A powerful slap almost twisted his neck and snapped out of it.
"Are you insane? You almost broke the tank!" Xenagrosh's voice made the memories fade, returning him to reality.
Nandi found himself sitting on the ground of a room that looked out of a warzone. Everything that wasn't protected by the powerful arrays surrounding Vastor's version of Arthan's Madness had been destroyed.
Broken pieces of equipment were scattered throughout the room along with the wooden splinters that once had been furniture and the walls had more holes than swiss cheese.
"I'm so sorry. I-"
"Just got a glimpse of the burden that your name carries. Now get back here and fuel the machine. Our little scuffle almost drained the energy reserves." Xenagrosh cut him short.
Nandi focused on the living mana crystals decorating his skin to conjure the necessary world energy. He used it to restore the arrays, empower the gene tank, and fuel the base's self-repair abilities.
