Holding the Cards

The conference chamber fell into ruins. Rubble and debris from the self-destructed tunneling machine bombarded most of the space with dangerous fragments. The shockwave sweeping over the entire chamber flung the unconscious delegates and their seats backwards and against the walls!

Ves cracked open his eyes roughly a minute after the explosion. His resilient physique allowed him to recover faster than anyone else, not that most would be waking up anytime soon.

He threw his gaze at Venerable Foster's body. She suffered some cuts as some sharp pieces of metal debris brushed past her bodies. Other than that, she wasn't in danger of losing her life, so Ves quickly cast aside his worry.

Slowly but surely, he climbed back up to his feet. He spotted the Amastendira ripped from his grasp and thrown to the ground a few steps away from him. Ves concentrated on the weapon and caused it to dematerialize back into his Inventory.

"That's a handy trick."