'...Let's do this.'
Step by step, he crept closer with soundless footsteps, hiding his very presence to the maximum.
The faint glow from the power cubes painted his face in flashes of gold and blue as he slipped behind a support column.
The cubes floated lazily above the floor, each one linked by thin streams of light, like veins carrying life through a body.
'They're connected directly to him… good.'
Aestrea raised his hand.
Thin strings of energy, black and faintly silver, spread from his fingertips, crawling along the floor like snakes.
They wrapped around one of the glowing cubes, squeezing it until faint cracks began to show.
Crack… crack…
The light started to flicker. He moved fast, repeating it again and again. Five cubes, ten cubes, each one dimming, and the connection dissipating.
Clostro didn't even notice at first.
The massive god was standing in the center of the chamber, a giant of a man with a deep red cloak that looked soaked in blood.
