The timer glowed in her peripheral vision.
She descended into the turret and began loading the 120mm shell with hurried precision. Metal slid into place with a heavy clunk. She did not aim at Taslan.
She aimed at the elder.
The spider's massive body made it difficult for the old man to track. She adjusted slightly, compensating for movement.
[Target locked.]
She pressed the trigger.
The cannon roared.
*Boom*
The instant the cannon roared and the projectile tore across the graveyard, the reactions of the three high-level beings were nothing short of instinctive.
Serestia's pupils shrank.
The massive ice bird beneath her feet tilted sharply as she redirected it with a flick of her wrist, frost scattering like shattered glass in the air.
The old man in white robes, Elder Pierre of the Amber Clan, twisted mid-flight, wind ether coiling around his limbs as he darted away under the assumption that the attack was meant for Taslan.
