Focus never wavering, I pulled open the shard and to my mild amusement a storm of fire came exploding out. It smashed through the streams of magic and into the Mirror Knight, who stoically bore it and was merely knocked a few feet back. His stance never even wavered.

The magics were interrupted, though, and when the White Knight burst out of thin air with his armour smoking I knew the tide was tipping in our favour. Save, his soul sang out. Not the last aspect he’d come into, but he was leaning hard into it still.

- Book 7, Chapter 67: And Justice For All (Redux)