"You dare—" His voice cut off as his fists tightened, but he forced himself to swallow the anger.
Right now, he didn't have time to waste searching for the main computer.
Before Deuz could get another word out, he disappeared on the spot.
Asher found himself hovering in the sky, the first light of dawn stretching across the horizon, painting the clouds in shades of gold and crimson.
He could teleport straight to Valsrath Fortress using his dragon bloodline, but that would burn through too much energy.
Instead, he cast a spell, and a glowing magic circle formed beneath him, locking onto the fortress's teleportation network.
And just like that, the magic circle went up, swallowing him in light—one moment he was there, the next, he was gone.
A split second later, he materialized inside one of the fortress rooms, the air around him still humming with residual energy.
BLINK!
