The building, having lost two of its beams, had only one way to react at first.
A loud groaning of steel and concrete.
But it held.
The sound rolled through the street like a warning bell. Kael felt it in his teeth. The building wasn't giving up yet. It was stubborn, like it wanted to keep pretending it still belonged in a city that had already died.
"Fuck," Kael cursed as he realized that he didn't have many shots left.
His internal energy had dipped more than he liked. Not catastrophically, but enough that he felt it, the slight hollowness under his ribs, the drain in his limbs, the way [Presence] made every exertion cost extra.
Darkness wasn't cheap, and he was using it while also paying to remain "not real" in the Ifrit's perception.
The consumption brought him down one-third of his reserves. He needed to use the least of it from now on.
