(The high winds snapped the power lines...)
The house... or rather, half a tower, was hurled thousands of meters into the air by a terrifying force, its immense bulk smashing viciously into the airship's shield.
The force of an explosion worked both ways. Just as the bombs dropped from the bomb bay were detonated, the airship briefly lost its balance in the shockwave.
"Ah! Too low!"
"It's fine, it hit. Next!" Near the Hillston District Stock Exchange, Abaddon stood beside a tower missing a section. The muscles all over his body were swollen and red, making him look like a flesh-and-blood golem. Beside him, three companions holding binoculars and angle-measuring instruments rapidly calculated various figures.
"Fleeting Moment" had originally been a utility spell, allowing one to accumulate effort in ordinary times and obtain the result during battle. However, Victory Abaddon had turned it into his daily "training."
As he continually bore the process without releasing it, Abaddon underwent training every day with absolutely no visible results.
Repeated actions without feedback were terrifying enough. This sort of training did not even produce fatigue or pain. Yet after Yanal discovered Fleeting Moment among his spell list, he had not slacked off for a single day. Today, he finally began to release the fruits of his efforts.
"Four o'clock direction, elevation sixty degrees, four thousand two hundred throws. Prepare..."
Having already rehearsed beforehand, his companions tacitly calculated the angle and force. Abaddon said nothing, but the muscles on his body squirmed once more. Terrifying strength erupted from him, and he broke off another section of the already-damaged tower. With a deafening boom that made their scalps tingle, the brick-and-stone structure traced another elegant arc through the air and landed with impeccable precision atop an airship.
Although this time it did not trigger a