"Are you sure about this?"
Meilyr's group stood at the northwesternmost edge of Upper Mursa's walls, looking hesitant.
"Yes. If they allowed Icilia's goons to roam free, a little destruction shouldn't bother them," Ando explained.
"I sure hope you're right." Meilyr sighed. "If I'm asked to pay for the reparations later, I'll send you the bill."
"We can't spare any coin, Ando. This better not cause us any setback."
"But it was originally your idea, Lady Tsuji!"
"Hey, I haven't exactly thought it through, alright?"
Meilyr rolled his eyes as the two Yuranians bickered, channeling Mana across his arm and in front of his open palm. It formed an orb of condensed dark shimmer, seething like a barely restrained surge of black fire.
