The two of them skidded to a stop in front of the sealed stronghold doors.
Silas didn't break stride.
His Terragan flared earthen energy twisting around his palm, shaping into a long, jagged spear that hovered mid-air, spinning slowly.
He raised his hand.
His eyes narrowed.
"This'll do."
The floating spear launched forward whistling through the air like a missile.
It slammed into the gate with a thunderous crack
BOOM!!
Stone burst apart.
A violent tremor tore through the floor as the entrance exploded outward in a burst of rubble and dust.
Sunlight spilled in.
And just like that—
They saw the outside world again.
They'd made it out.
Almost.
High above the stronghold walls, a turret snapped into motion.
Whrrr—
It locked onto them with a mechanical whine, its barrel glowing faint red, a silent warning.
Silas froze, his arm instinctively raised. He knew it was hopeless.
