The dwarf continued talking.
"So, beautiful lady, I must say that—"
He stopped.
His head tilted slightly.
The drunken smile disappeared from his face.
Something had changed.
He sensed it.
Danger.
His eyes shifted.
The dwarf's pupils contracted.
He moved.
He threw himself sideways just as Liam swung the sword downward.
BANG!
The blade slammed into the wooden table.
The impact was catastrophic.
For one brief moment, the table seemed to resist.
Then it exploded.
BOOM!
Wood, metal and dust erupted outward, but the destruction didn't stop there. The table didn't simply break into pieces. It disintegrated. The entire structure seemed to collapse into particles before those particles were reduced further, until nothing remained except a thick cloud of smoke spreading through the workshop.
Everyone froze.
Tatiana's eyes widened.
Irina stared.
Leonid's mouth fell open.
Gregor looked from the smoke to Liam.
