The sound of battle from the ruined control room actually was heard through the vast metallic corridors of Skyreach Tower. The clash of Aerchon's blade against Laston's cybernetic body, the sound of unstable Magic energy, and the distant crackle of failing electronics filled the air.
In a dimly lit chamber on the other side of the tower, two figures stood side by side.
The woman was tall and dressed in sleek reinforced tactical gear leaned casually against a console, her expression relaxed. Her silver visor reflected the flickering holographic displays around her.
However, beside her, a young man was seething. His posture was rigid and his lone remaining hand clenched into a trembling fist. His other hand haven't been finished fabricated yet.
The battle's distant sounds filled his ears like a taunt and a bitter reminder of his past failure. The ones who attacked this tower was the Elves.