The systemic tether snapped with the force of a physical execution. Lord Silas gasped for air and collapsed onto the polished marble floor of his private pavilion. The violent severance of his divine avatar sent phantom pain shooting through his nervous system. He clawed at the expensive sea green silk of his robes and tried to steady his racing heart.
A mortal wearing heavy dark armor had just cleaved through his magical projection on the deck of his own flagship. Silas pushed himself up to his knees and stared at the empty space in the center of the room. He was safely locked inside his City Heaven in the Exchange District but the terror of the physical confrontation lingered in his bones. He had never experienced a direct boarding action in his three centuries of rule.
Silas summone
