"The Griffon will be here in less than three seconds at best." The Black Throne focused the world energy he had left in his underground floors while turning his roof into a sharper, more aerodynamic form.
Then, the cursed tower exploded the world energy in a burst of prismatic fire that propelled him into the air and past the barrier of sound faster than anything Lith had ever seen.
'Is that a missile?' Lith was flabbergasted. 'Why does a mage tower need to turn into a missile to travel?'
He released the spells he had at the ready and focused on healing. He had adjusted his fall to move away from Salanoth. It was a desperate gamble, but at least Lith had a chance of winning against Jorl without the Ring of Space interfering in the fight.
'Probably because it can't tower warp or run on chicken legs.' Solus replied as a dimensional blade distorted the space where Uragar had been until a moment ago and turned it unstable.
