Elius soared high above the fragmented skyline, the wind carving around his figure like invisible blades. The city's lights flickered below—soft, fractured, chaotic. He was streaking toward Old Haven Tower at a terrifying speed, but somewhere in the middle of the flight, his mind started to slow.
Old Haven Tower... that place is wide open inside. Long hallways, shattered floors, dozens of chambers. No narrow corridors like the sand tombs. No separation.
His eyes narrowed.
I'll be at a disadvantage.
He descended slightly, gliding lower, closer to the city's fractured blocks. His body shimmered faintly as he slowed down to a hover. Buildings loomed around him like hollowed-out skeletons. Neon signs blinked erratically. The smell of iron and scorched concrete still lingered in the air from his earlier clashes.
If I face them together again… especially now that they've recovered some strength and added that magician to the mix...
He exhaled through his nose.
