In his mind's eye, Bellinor saw a bare man crouched over Alinta, about to kiss her. Filled with rage, he transformed into a mass of black ash and violet static, surging toward the man with ferocity. First, he struck the man with such force that he was sent flying into a boulder. Then, the ash engulfed him, transporting him into the sky.
"You dare lay your hands on what belongs to me!?" Bellinor bellowed with more than one voice.
The man was shrieking like a maniac, as he was being crushed and suffocated by the pressing force. His body was robbed of all its fluids, the black vortex created a dried-out carcass which evaporated to blackened dust absorbed by Draven's magic. The mist twirled like a whirlwind in front of the semi-conscious woman, and Bellinor returned to his form. He looked li
