Chapter 971 Caelun Brightgem

• A collective gasp surged like a wave across the battlefield. None had been ready for the sight that erupted without warning, and chaos rippled through the assembled ranks.
• What in heaven's name is happening? Does Matron Selene still hide a terrifying trump card? Even now, she withstands Mr. Lamorde's crushing blow!
• Finneas hovered midair, the hem of his black mantle unmoving in the storm he himself had wrought. His eyes, colder than tempered steel, cut across the horizon. "Who dares interfere from the dark?" he called, each syllable a shard of ice.