He looked back at Lewin as he pointed at Velyrian.
'Don't tell me….'
If Sephrina could create anything from her mind….
What if—.
"Velyrian move!!!"
Velyrian didn't ask questions.
The moment Akamir shouted, he shifted his weight and leapt to the side—just as a jagged spear of pure white light ripped through the space where his chest had been.
It slammed into the marble floor, cracking it like thin ice.
The priest yelped and stumbled back, nearly tripping over his own robes.
The guards froze, their eyes darting between the gaping hole in the floor and Lewin's outstretched hand.
Except… Lewin hadn't moved.
Akamir kept on staring at the ground that was slowly getting melted.
Bit by bit it was getting disintegrated into nothingness.
'…Well, this looks really bad.'
Akamir thought as he looked back at Lewin.
Lewin smirked, and another spear began forming in the air beside him.
The glow twisted unnaturally, like light and shadow were folding into each other.
