A howl came from Theron's sword and Wren's. The latter seemed to form a vortex above its head, sucking in the Tribulation Lightning clean as it descended, while the former pulsed with a radiant blue light, churning Runes forming across its surface as it grew to another level.
Runebound Treasure.
The heft of the blade in Theron's hand multiplied several times over.
Another blade fell from the skies, even faster than before, but Theron dodged again, and then again.
'This isn't how you deal with this Tribulation.'
As the ground beneath him shattered in waves of golden light, the city rumbling, Theron knew that he wouldn't be able to survive just by running.
The blades were getting faster, for one. But that was still just a minimal problem for the time being. Theron had a lot more speed to tap into. He hadn't lowered his weight yet, he wasn't in Veinsong, and he still had a second Echo he had not used at all from start to finish.
But this wasn't good enough.
