The tremors surged through the tower, shaking from the floor beneath them. The flickering red lights overhead sputtered, momentarily dimming before stabilizing again.
Dust and debris rained down from the ceiling from the chaos unfolding below.
Arlyn steadied himself again while gripping his twin swords tightly as he kept his eyes on Laston. Sylra did the same, her stance shifting slightly, ready to strike at any opening.
They were able to steadied himselves quickly because they were used to the uneven ground of the forest and trees.
Aerchon, however, didn't hide his frustration. His grip on his sword tightened.
"You act like this is nothing," he said, eyes locked onto Laston. "But we both know that blast meant something, right? Saeldir and Vael just tore through one of your power sources."
Laston chuckled, his eye flashing as he tapped his metallic fingers against his armor.
