MC's POV
The hammers were falling.
I did not look up. I did not need to.
Yuna told me everything with a shaking voice.
"Lord of Shadows, this is bad. This is very bad. We need to run. Use your portals. Right now."
'Yuna, calm down. First tell me how many hammers are falling.'
There were ten seconds left until the first one touched the ground, according to her.
I could feel it in my bones, the pressure in the air thickening, the domain itself bracing for impact.
I needed to count them properly.
I needed to assign targets and decide what I could and could not afford to lose.
"Nine, Lord of Shadows," Yuna said.
She swallowed.
"They are powerful."
Nine.
My thoughts accelerated.
Three would be aimed at the three groups of crewmates scattered around, searching for the lantern.
One would be coming for me. One for the inn girl.
That made five.
Two would be assigned to the Cursed Spirits from New Order.
They must have split to search for the lantern.
Seven.
