Radeon scuttled through the shallow sewers, keeping low where the slime smelled old and the water ran dirty and bitter.
Above, the Silvertoll Summit City kept breathing as if nothing had happened.
Maeron and Ewan slipped out of Radeon's shadow and shrank into smaller Preta forms, grotesque even when compacted.
They did not speak. They did not leak qi. They set to building like veterans. A simple cannon. Nothing grand. Just force shaped into direction.
They marked four corners and set spirit stones down, low grade and common.
Copper ink flowed from their personal storage, smeared into lines and nodes.
Heat arrays to build pressure. Wind tunneling arrays to give it a throat. Trajectory arrays to keep the shot honest.
In ten heartbeats, the formation was crude and complete, a weapon you would laugh at.
They retreated back into Radeon's shadow. Radeon pulled a bullet from his own arsenal and tucked it into his hollow shell for weight.
