Saeldir gasped for air as he collapsed onto the ground while clutching his throat. His vision swam because of the lack of air befofre, but his mind reeled at what had just happened.
The construct that had seemed invincible mere moments ago had lost its arm in an instant. The sheer force of the lightning strike had severed the thick metal plating with terrifying ease.
His body trembled, not just from exhaustion but from the realization of who had unleashed that attack.
His eyes darted toward the direction it had come from, and there, shimmering in the air, a portal crackled with unstable energy.
No one else had noticed it yet because they were still in their own predicament. Vael and Arlyn were still struggling against the relentless machines, Aerchon groaned as he tried to stand, and Sylra panted heavily on the ground. But Saeldir knew. And so did Laston.
