'Just how unbreakable is that damned barrier?' Eliv thought, his stoic expression holding firm, though his mind raced. He watched Galen walk out of a blast that could have reduced an entire district to rubble—unbothered, untouched, and worse… unimpressed.
"Tch—hey, old man," Damian barked, his tone laced with pure venom. He jabbed a finger at Eliv. "Didn't you say you could end him in one damn shot? What the hell was that? And what's with that invisible heat wall? You conveniently forgot to mention that part? If this is some setup, I swear to the gods, I'll drop this mission and kill you instead."
"Yeah… Mage Borges," Lamit added, arms folded, his tone calm but edged with doubt. "He walked out of your attack like it was a soft breeze. You sure you're not leading us into something you can't control?"
The air grew tense—silent, just for a moment.
Then Eliv's voice cut through, sharp and cold.
