Eídal broke into a cold sweat, and his thoughts were an even greater mess.
Tell me you're joking. Please, tell me you're joking. How did she get that much power?! No, no, no, no, no. Even if we're talking about heroes, you have to be kidding me.
Two moves.
That was all it had taken to erase the road from the map.
The first had been a stomp, and the second had been a kick. That was it. Eídal couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen if Luba actually stopped holding back.
There was no trace of the man with the cart, nor of any city guards coming to offer support.
Everything that had been hidden beneath the ground had been exposed. The gravel road had been torn apart, leaving fragments of stone scattered across the plain, while clouds of dust still hung in the air.
Then, through that haze, a massive black shadow appeared in front of Luba.
There wasn't enough time for Eídal to make out its shape or color.
Something moved.
No.
Luba moved.
