Zheng hadn't seen the attack that turned several hundred miles of Musphelheim into a crater.
But he had been acutely aware of the aftermath.
With the land being mostly volcanic terrain, the magma simmering just underneath was promptly displaced.
A rain of fire plummeted from the sky and pelted Thrudd's fabricated valkyries.
The women let out shrill screams as they turned into vapor and dissipated.
A fog formed in the area, through which things became difficult to perceive.
Zheng's enemies must have believed they could take advantage of the situation.
They lunged at him from the fog, coming from opposite directions.
Each of them was wielding black daggers that gave Zheng a downright unsettling feeling. He couldn't even begin to guess what the metal was made from.
Zheng drew his own weapons quickly and clashed blades with the twin anti-mages.
The holes in his body had yet to close up fully, but he was still far from helpless. His magic had suffered, not his strength.
