“I knew it! This thing has a personality of its own!” The Hydra said.

“No, and that’s part of the problem.” The Guardian shook her head. “As Ripha pointed out, Gungnir is too good for a complete novice like you. Without a personality that would allow your glaive to support your lacking skills, Faluel, you are a threat to yourself and others.

“I suggest you don’t practice Blade Spells outside the Firing Range.”

“I’ll follow your advice.” The Hydra stared at the glaive in suspicion, unconvinced by Salaark’s words. “Also, I’ll have even more trouble once I reveal the existence of my weapon. To move forward with Lith’s plan, I can’t keep it a secret.”

“Indeed, but that will come later.” A snap of the Overlord’s fingers brought everyone back to the ground floor of the tower. “We have more important things to worry about now.”

Solus stood alone on one end of the living room, while everyone else was on the opposite side.

“Why did you Warp us here, Grandma, and why am I-” A violet pillar of light erupted from Solus’ body, and the tower started to quake.