Some of his warriors were going to use flight Memories to follow, others would rappel down. But Amiran himself had no need for these measures — he simply plummeted through the breach, falling into the darkness like a meteor of steel.
Reaching the main production hall, he thrust his sword forward. Invisible force flowed off the blade, forming a brittle field below him — a series of them, actually, each as thin as a sheet of paper.
Breaking through these invisible panes of force allowed Amiran to slow his fall. He landed on the floor in a roll and jumped to his feet a split second later, ready to attack and carve out a path for his men to follow.
If everything went right, the enemy would have been surprised by the collapsing ceiling and the sudden arrival of a Valor Knight. Even if their shock did not last long, a few seconds would be enough…
But he was not given a few seconds. Nothing went right from the start.
