Kyle’s words echoed through the cavern. In the blink of an eye, the shadow of the massive black dragon emerged from the Cradle like a dark omen. Assured that Miu had heard his command, Kyle swiveled away as he made his way down the cliffside path. His steps were light with the grace of a predator as he strode forward confidently. Around the bend, he clocked two figures lurking silently while a third lay incapacitated in front of them.
The detective halted as he looked upon his foes with a calculated gaze. The most efficient way to capture all three would be… indeed, that would work. Carefully, he angled his firearm away from his adversaries, pointing it up at the cliffside instead. The masterful blend of blacksmithery and dwarven ingenuity drew mana from its wielder to amplify its destructive power. Taking aim, Kyle’s finger curled around the trigger with practiced ease before squeezing.
