Tyrian looked around the ruined arcade with clear doubt.
"…Okay... even if there is a graveyard under us, how exactly are we supposed to get in?"
Kael followed his gaze to the cracked floor, then looked back at Aestrea.
"Yeah," he added.
"Please don't tell me you already have some insane idea."
Aestrea didn't answer right away.
He stood still, eyes lowered, as if listening to something beneath the ground. Then he hummed softly.
"Mhm…"
"I really don't like that sound." Kael's smile stiffened.
FWOOOOM!
A violent surge of divinity gathered around Aestrea's right fist.
Silver light spiraled inward, compressing tighter and tighter until the air around his arm started trembling.
The floor beneath his feet groaned, thin cracks spreading outward in a web.
"Don't tell me that you're going to—!" Tyrian's eyes widened.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
Before he could finish, Aestrea slammed his fist straight into the ground.
The impact shook the entire arcade.
