The moment cracked like thunder.
Jeroth's eyes ignited with blinding blue light as all four pupils dilated into spirals. The air screamed as a concentrated lance of pure thought — invisible to the eye but crushing to the senses — shot from his gaze like a spear aimed at Galeno's chest.
Galeno didn't dodge.
Instead, he stepped forward — and the earth obeyed.
A jagged obsidian plate erupted from the ground, absorbing the mental lance mid-flight. It trembled under the pressure, then shattered into fine black sand that floated upward like smoke.
Jeroth blinked once.
Then smirked. "You always were too literal."
"And you were always too loud."
With a twist of his palm, Galeno clenched his fist — the very plateau beneath Jeroth tilted. Stone groaned and snapped, throwing Jeroth off-balance. But before the E'Sheril could hit the ground, he vanished — flickering like a disturbed memory.
