BANG!
The blow echoed like thunder inside the metal chambers of the dungeon.
A shockwave pulsed outward, shaking broken pipes and rattling loose panels from the walls.
Sparks rained down.
The robot fire beast's molten fist had landed squarely on Keith's side, slamming him against the ground with such force that the floor beneath cracked like dry earth.
Keith didn't move at first.
His body was crumpled, one arm twitching. Blood trickled from his mouth. His vision swam.
To him, the world had turned into broken pieces. Red and black and spinning all around him.
His ears rang.
His breath was shallow.
Elius stood still, sword floating beside him, and calmly observed. His eyes narrowed, calculating the force of the hit, measuring it in his head.
"He's fine," Elius muttered.
He wasn't worried.
Because Solarion Empire descendants—true or not—had bodies built for war.
Immune to most ordinary damage.
Their bones were nearly unbreakable.
