He glanced down at the dust around his feet—the remains of the spikes that had shattered.
The floor beneath him had also been scorched in places where flames had grazed it, with cracked stone running through the surface.
Areas where lightning had struck were marked with faint, charred patterns, and the wind's force had left deep grooves in the stone.
He turned his focus to the girls.
Now they were waiting for him to say something, so he gave a small nod.
"Got it," he replied, knowing that arguing with them would be a hassle.
Meria looked satisfied, as though she had taught him an important lesson.
"I hope you don't get too cocky. The next time will be tougher."
The others nodded in agreement, believing their advice was relevant, unaware that he was simply going along with them.
Talira stepped forward, her wings folding neatly behind her as she addressed everyone.
