Power of Zeus

A group of three Tekur entered Michael's sight. But the group was not anything like the other Tekurs he had seen before.

Their silver carapaces were charred and cracked in various spots, and two of them were missing an arm. One Tekur lost his mandibles and the wings sprouting from his back were broken and twisted.

It was obvious that the Tekur had been fighting someone, but Michael couldn't see anyone around that could be an enemy to them.

'They don't look like they won. Maybe they fled?' Michael predicted, his eyes narrowing. Analyzing their condition, he wondered if they'd been fighting Killian. The wounds would fit the destructive power of Killian's Soultrait.

'Whatever.'