At the ruined city, Hermit staggered to his feet, clutching his chest, coughing from the smoke. His eyes widened in horror as he saw Kevin and Wura flying toward them in the lightning-choked sky, the air roaring with thunder. In one hand, Kevin held Oscar’s stolen axe, its blade sparking and crackling with raw energy. The second axe spun behind them in pursuit, dragging thunderclouds and scorched wind in its wake.
“They’re... coming!” Hermit shouted, voice cracking.
Everyone on the ground turned and braced themselves for the impact. Oscar watched them approach and smirked, flexing his fingers around the hafts of his own axes.
But suddenly, Kevin hurled the axe in his grip directly at Oscar. Oscar’s eyes narrowed as he instinctively snatched it out of the air—but just then, Kevin and Wur
