Friendly reminder that Azriel is so powerful that he broke through the binding magic at the High Lord’s meeting (with no consequences), blasted through Eris’ own shield and made him his bitch in front of all of the High Lords and even his daddy couldn’t do a thing about it.
One moment, Azriel was seated. The next, he’d blasted through Eris’s shield with a flare of blue light and tackled him backward, wood shattering beneath them.
Azriel squeezed, Eris thrashing beneath him. No physical brawling—there had been a rule against that, but Azriel, with whatever power those shadows gave him (...). Perhaps those shadows that now slid and eddied around the shadowsinger hid him from the wrath of the binding magic.
Azriel dug his knee—and all his weight—into Eris’s gut. He was silent, utterly silent as he ripped the air from Eris’s body. Beron’s flames struck the blue shield, over and over, but the fire skittered off and fizzled out on the water. Any that escaped were torn to shreds by shadows.