Afres groaned after falling from the rooftop and plumping on the ground. He was an elf so injuries could easily recover, especially when they were not magic related. He was middle of the street and everything around him looked like it was in flames. He lifted himself and gazed thoughtfully at the building he was on with Ezrel.
Wait, where was Ezrel?
He forced himself to walk despite his leg was no fully recovered. Terror etched within his eyes when he started sensing more of the danger coming from all directions. The prominent presence he was feeling from earlier kept on expanding. Each time he tried to switch on his communicator, it would turn itself off automatically—communications had been blocked, so they were on their own.
