It happened in a flicker. The instant Linh went for the opening, Eihpos turned away, her fan snapping open as she calmly walked off. Toah's eyes followed her retreat, confusion knitting his brow. Before he could fully process it, a thunderous impact snapped his attention back toward the training grounds. Another crash followed almost immediately, giving his eyes barely enough time to adjust before tracing the source—revealing a man-sized, jagged hole torn at an angle through the wall, allowing natural light to spill into the room. Something—someone—had been hurled through it.
When Toah looked back to where the fight had been, only one figure stood untouched, staring into the hole. Toah lifted an eyebrow.
Where was Linh?
After a brief glance at the ruined wall, Znoh shifted his attention back to the training grounds, irritation pressing visibly against his temple. "Tsk…" Turning away, his robe fluttered as he strode toward the exit without another look back.
