When the Floor Gave Way

He grit his teeth. Not now. In the swirl of combat, he couldn't risk anyone else seeing an army of monstrous hybrids suddenly appear at his beck and call. It would raise too many questions—questions he couldn't answer here.

Mikhailis rolled his eyes inwardly, adjusting his stance. Instead of calling on his hidden assets, he focused on the swirling mist around his feet. If the Technomancers' runes were designed to disrupt or contain mist, maybe he could still outmaneuver them physically.