Strength 4

Then there was no time for thinking at all as his shoulder collided with the tenement’s outer door. The flimsy planks disintegrated before him, and he found himself pounding up multiple flights of shaky, mold-ridden stairs.

The first story disappeared beneath him, then the second, then more; even the tenements in this damned place were taller than they’d any right to be! The thundering of his footsteps echoed in the stairwell, as though an entire host of trolls followed him up.

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Agents of Artifice, Chapter 6