Velros Skybreaker shook his head, 'maybe I am just thinking thumbs,' he mumbled.
So he kept hovering in the sky with others, his sharp eyes narrowing as the crackling energy around the Skyclaw Brotherhood began to falter.
However, there it is again, he couldn't help but feel something terribly was wrong.
The Typhon Formation, their ultimate destruction magic, should have reached its peak by now, the power building in a surge that could obliterate the maze below.
Yet, the magic was stalling, the cyclone of energy swirling around them growing weaker and weaker rather than stronger.
His subordinates, the elite warriors of the Brotherhood, continued their tight formation, their wings flapping in rhythmic unison.
However, Velros could hear the murmurs of confusion and doubt creeping back into their voices.
"What's happening?" one of them shouted, his voice laced with panic. "Why isn't the formation working?"
