Emir's intervention was as quiet as it was terrifying.
He seemed to float down from the darkness above, like he'd materialized straight from the ceiling.
And when his feet touched the ground, it felt like the entire tunnel had hushed to listen.
Every sound died away; not a single soldier or construct dared to move, and even his students were frozen in place, caught between fear and awe.
All awaited his next move.
Slowly, he raised his remaining hand and swung it down.
"Fall."
That single word, spoken softly, felt like a death sentence.
And it was.
Though his Aether reserves were low, what little he had regained was enough to unleash devastation.
Many tens of Aetheric Constructs in the shape of spears materialized, raining down like hailstones, piercing through every construct and soldier in their path.
