Saeldir and Vael were fighting for their lives. The halls of Skyreach Tower echoed with the metallic clanking of enemies closing in from all sides. Dozens of humanoid machines with glowing red eyes going after them with relentless and unyielding will of a machine.
After destroying the power source on this floor, they hadn't stopped and immediately pushing forward and searching for more. Every generator they destroyed weakened Laston's power to some extent but it wasn't enough.
So far, they had managed to take down three power source. They wanted to cripple his forces even further but exhaustion was catching up to them.
Saeldir, despite his vast reserves of Magic energy as an Archmage, felt the strain in his body. He had been casting nonstop, unleashing spell after spell, and his energy was running dangerously low.
Vael wasn't faring much better, his arrows were dwindling and the weight of battle was pressing down on him.
