The first to land was Victor, the Justice Hero. He didn't bother using mana to slow his descent, slamming into the ground with bone-jarring force just twenty feet away. I instinctively raised my arms, shielding my face, as the impact cratered the earth and sent fragments flying like shrapnel. They clattered harmlessly against my wards, but the sheer force of the impact made me flinch.
Victor stood tall in his gleaming silver and blue armor, surrounded by several of his Justice Armaments, including the translucent shield, sword, and spear. His helmet was open, revealing smoldering eyes and a face set in a grim scowl. One of his arms was tucked close to his chest, protecting the stump where his hand should have been. A shaped piece of steel covered the wound, but I remembered the gruesome sight of Kahlen severing it.
