"Something to say?"
Fanelei looked over at Alex. Her expression was as calm as ever, as though she hadn't just torn an enormous outpost in two.
"No, no, no, Miss. Nothing at all."
Alex raised both hands and shook his head so hard that it looked like he was worried it might fall off.
Fanelei smiled. "Good."
"Who gave you permission to attack?!"
Another voice erupted across the harbor. This time, it came from a group of guards who had appeared on top of one of the nearby platforms. Their Wills surged outward and locked onto Fanelei, while several defensive formations lit up beneath their feet.
"Do you have any idea where you are?! Kneel immediately, or we'll—"
Fanelei raised a finger.
A thin beam of concentrated Aether crossed the distance and went straight through the chest of the man who'd been speaking. His expression froze. Before anyone else could react, his body collapsed, and what was left of his Will scattered into the air.
Alex's smile stiffened.
