From above, Veyna watched, her frown deepening as she observed the battlefield. Below her, the clash between Erend and Laston sent tremors through the tower, shaking the towering structures that had long since fallen under Laston's dominion.
The air crackled with a lot of energy, remnants of Magic and technology colliding in sheer destructive force.
Her sharp eyes locked onto Laston as his form shifted, the black metallic plates of his armor adapting in real time. That wasn't just nano-metal, this was something more.
It was Laston's personal armor, infused with the energy he had called Magic plus the nano metal technology. The very force that had allowed them to seize control of this city in the first place.
Veyna exhaled slowly, fists tightening at her side. So, he was serious now. So Dredge was not exaggerating.
