Arthur's head was turning toward the sound on a swivel, muscles tensing with each degree of rotation. The air felt heavy around him, pressing against his skin like an invisible weight as he struggled to locate the source of the disturbance. But before his gaze could reach whatever made the noise, his eyes widened dramatically, pupils dilating in shock at what unfolded before him.
As he was turning his head, barely one foot from his face, a silver spear surrounded by dancing tendrils of lightning flew past his eyes. The weapon cut through the air with terrifying precision, creating a subtle distortion in the atmosphere around it. The crackling energy that encased the spear cast fleeting shadows across Arthur's face, illuminating his expression of pure astonishment for just a fraction of a second.
