‘What was Teneb hiding here and who was he hiding from?’ Lith had no idea that the Invincible King’s nemesis was the same man who had given him the means to build his empire.

The Armory was one of the fortresses from which Teneb had planned to either stage the reconquest of his empire in case he was ever forced into exile or turn into the graveyard of his despised mentor, the Black Throne, whatever came first.

***

In front of the vault, at the same time.

Jorl had already healed from his wounds, yet not even Invigoration could alleviate the stabbing pain in his chest.

‘The moment the oxygen in the room runs out, all the magic in the world won’t save us. We need to get out of here!’ The Storm Griffon switched from Frost to Thunder Soul and charged forward like the cornered beast he was.

He took a deep breath to take in as much air as he could, using darkness fusion to resist the burning pain in his lungs. He dodged half of the second salvo of elemental blasts coming from the Firewall Formation, a few shots of the third, and took the fourth in full.