Ben whistled seeing the explosion, while he still panting out of breath, 'This magic... it's something else. Elvira really outdid herself with the latest aether enhancements.'
In reality, the fight had been nothing more than a game to him. He only pretended to be tired and bloodied, to fool the spies from the capital watching from the shadows.
Showing his full strength now would be foolish.
His eyes swept the battlefield. The fight was clearly leaning in his favor. His army was winning, tearing through the Gravenhold forces with brutal precision. As for the spectators who'd witnessed his match with Varnak, they were already gone, vanished into the alleys or fleeing the city.
Grinning, Ben walked toward what little remained of Varnak. The sight made him shake his head.
'Barely anything left. I can't even use his head to lower their morale...'
Then his eyes narrowed.
'Malvek's already escaping the city… Just as I planned.'
