Fallen Pride was already there, running atop collapsing beams, her boots pounding along the walls of the falling buildings as she leapt from one broken structure to another with impossible speed.
Clang… Clang… Clang…
Leo and Essa blinked in confusion.
"Are you su—"
"I am damn sure!" Essa shouted, her voice a jagged spark, "Those buildings aren't just falling—they're shifting! Warping space! I've felt it—every time, I've hit on a building, I was carried somewhere else by this damned magic!"
Fallen Pride leapt again, moving from one crumbling slab to another. Every step she took landed clean- her boots touching nothing but solid stone, never the glass. Each swing of her sword sent trails of reddish-black light cutting across the falling rubble, chasing Essa wherever she went.
