With one palm on Shadowclaw, those that belong to the stars and Babels Tower all locked onto Altair's group.
"This isn't the time!" The Time Lord, Ragnar, shouted, wielding his silver cut glaive in one hand. "We need to take down these Pillars first. Killing one another can come second." He added, above his head, carrying the number identical to that of Altair and his team.
Ragnar hadn't been too certain how Malzeen, as he knew him to be, was able to quantify how everyone was graded but figured it had to be based on bloodline or at least potential. Time Lords had been one of the top ten of all mortal races within the Myriad Heavens. Their ability to manipulate space and time was second only to Celestials.
