The Elector raised his bare left hand and pointed his open palm straight at Lucian's chest.
Raziel did not hesitate.
He burned the last drops of Anchor Blood in his veins to push his exhausted muscles forward.
He charged across the stone corridor on Level -1 and threw himself directly at Lucian.
He slammed his shoulder into the noble's ribs. The physical impact knocked Lucian off his feet and threw them both onto the cold, dusty tiles.
They hit the ground hard a fraction of a second before Mordecai swiped his left hand through the empty air.
BZZT!
A massive, flat gray void ripped open in the space where Lucian just stood.
The unrendered hole deleted the torches on the wall and erased the solid stone archway behind them.
The red digital static chewed on the jagged edges of the missing bricks and crawled across the ceiling.
Raziel rolled over on the dirty floor and grabbed Lucian by the collar of his dark tunic.
