Just as Kaelen and Steeltower's retinue approached the city gates, a colossal hand plunged from the heavens, halting a mere three hundred feet above their heads.
"Clown, you treacherous cur! Take your pathetic schemes and get the hell out of the Stoneheart Horde!"
Orion's furious voice rolled across the sky like thunder. The invisible pressure paralyzed Steeltower, ripping him from Kaelen's side and dragging him into the air.
Suspended and exposed, Clown didn't panic. This was merely a low-level avatar; its destruction meant nothing to him. Instead, the puppet raised its head, its eyes locked onto the sky with a mix of awe and pity.
"Worthy of the Survivors," Clown mused. Who would have guessed that a junior from the Champions Alliance was hiding such terrifying strength?
