"...!!" Screamed Thorian, trying to sound the retreat. Alas, no voice exited his wide-open mouth. His veins bulged on his forehead as he gritted his teeth and scrambled away in response, hoping his royal mages would follow him. Yet, the soul reaper's voice echoed, shattering his expectations.
"No one will leave this place alive," said the vile creature, condensing negative energy into familiar spinning arrowheads. Unbeknownst to Adam, Ossian liked his spells and shared what he saw with his trusted guards, increasing their projectile's deadliness by copying the shape he used.
Then, revelling in the terror dancing in his enemies' eyes, he propelled his constructs with the strength befitting a creature of the fifth tier.
WOOSH
The wind cracked in their passage as they surpassed Adam's speed despite the absence of explosions, reaching the mages in a flash.
