Grey Armour 3

Aether was rushing into me. My core was brimming with it, the wound in my chest already healed.

I shoved away from the “ground” as hard as I could while conjuring the aether blade in a reverse grip, sweeping it behind me.

The spear glanced off the armor around my neck, and Taci howled in agony.

I spun, the aether blade automatically shifting to a forward grip as I brought it up defensively, but Taci was fifty feet away, one hand pressed against a bloody wound in his side, half his face scorched a dark, sooty gray. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his breath hissing between gritted teeth, eyes bulging.

I stretched my neck as aether healed the bruise Taci’s blow had momentarily caused. “First time you’ve had to bleed for Lord Indrath’s ambitions?”