Prompt

Aelion did not answer. He simply raised his wand. “Lux Aeterna: Prison.” Beams of light erupted from the wand, not burning, but solidifying. Bars of light slammed down around Kay and Nymera, cutting them off from the outside world. Nymera reacted immediately, shooting a shadow spike from her palm at the bars, but the light absorbed the darkness. “The power of a Seishin, eroded by time,” Aelion observed with boredom. “I have no quarrel with you, Nymera. Do not interfere; after all, the boy wanted this.” The elven master now turned his wand toward Kay. The sapphire turned red. “Ignis Solar.” A concentrated fireball whistled toward the boy. Kay drew Soul. The black katana glowed, not with light, but with darkness. When the boy parried by instinct, the blade did not deflect the fireball. It simply sliced it in two, and where the blade touched the fire, the flame vanished—it ceased to exist. Aelion’s eyes widened. “Impossible... Anti-magic? No, perhaps it absorbed it?” From that point on, the fight was merciless. Aelion barraged the boy. Lightning, ice shards, and gravitational waves rained down on Kay. The boy defended, dancing between the deadly strikes as Nymera had taught him, but he was tiring. Defense was consuming his strength. “Enough of these games!” Aelion shouted, slamming his wand against the ground. “Stellaris Judicium!” From the sky, though it was still twilight, a massive beam of light began to descend upon Kay. The pressure was so immense that the boy fell to his knees. The blade of Soul trembled in his hand. Nymera tried to run over to shield him with her body, but Aelion trapped the Seishin in his prison of light. “KAY!” Nymera screamed when she saw the boy remaining motionless. Kay looked up and took a deep breath. Anger. Fear. And helplessness. These emotions surged within Kay like a vortex and flowed into the hilt of the sword. The Moonstone shard in the hilt emitted not light, but silence. The world around Kay turned gray. Sounds ceased. Aelion’s triumphant smile, the falling beam of light, the roaring of the wind—everything stopped, or rather... became insignificant.