"STUPID KID!" Reaver growled as he broke from his casting stance, to swipe his scythe at the barrier he deemed as no threat at all. But, ...whether through the blade weakening over time, or the unrelenting force of the finishing blow, the blade shattered. The thundering crash probably indicated a lot of broken bones on the dark mage's end on impact with the barrier! The souls let out a deafening cry before they all returned to the origin of where Genesis Zero was cast - however, this was no eternal loss for those consumed. In the next moment, the once dark, murky colours of the magic had disappeared and been replaced by an explosion of colour. It was the freed souls, some returning to comatose townspeople, others flew into the heavens, bright lights visible even in daylight. It was over, finally...

Blaze blinked a few times in surprise as the colourful explosion faded, revealing the mostly-destroyed throne room. She was still holding Iggy's hand tightly. For someone who bragged so much about how she 'didn't get scared', the experience of almost getting devoured by magic was actually pretty terrifying! And she'd gladly admit that. But the matter of fighting the Iron Dragon dude was still just a draw!

"Ha.. Huh.. We're still alive!" Blaze started to laugh.

Reaver however was groaning in pain on the other side of the throne room. So much for taking on the Council, if he lost to mages this young and inexperienced. Then again, he could only be what.. eight, nine years older? Whatever plan he did have in mind, he'd probably have to get out of prison first. If the townspeople didn't rip him limb from limb before authorities got here.