Panic finally pierced through the thick arrogant haze of Guild Master Regis's
mind.
The unarmored man in the black tactical suit had not just survived the fall. He had cratered a floor made of reinforced obsidian without taking a single point of damage.
The Reality Anchor was fully active. There was no magic in the room. There were no defensive buffs or damage-mitigating auras.
It was pure impossible physical density.
"Open fire!" Regis shrieked, his voice losing its synthesized booming authority
and cracking with genuine human terror. "Kill him! Tear him apart!"
The Aegis Suit reacted instantly. The massive ten-foot-tall mech planted its heavy hydraulic legs into the floor to brace against the recoil.
The twin rotary cannons mounted on its broad shoulders spun up to maximum velocity, the barrels blurring into a solid circle of dark metal.
BRRRRRRRRRT!
The sound was absolutely deafening in the enclosed space of the ballroom.
