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Hector decided to check it out. As he got closer, the impacts became more obvious, the tremors more violent. And the cave indeed began to shake.

Perhaps that was why the Lord Elroy had chosen to move even farther away from Warrenhold than usual. He didn't want to hold back, today.

As he approached, a car-sized chunk of ice flew toward Hector, and he had to slip out of the way. For a second, he thought Zeff was attacking him, but after a moment, he realized that it had just been part of an even larger iceberg that had shattered on the ground.

All the ice disappeared after a moment, replaced by a tornado of water.

And a scream.

Raw frustration. Anger. Agony.

The whirlwind of water seemed to grow in power, as if to conceal the noise, and soon it was spinning so fast that it was yanking loose boulders out of the distant ceiling and carrying them around it like orbiting satellites.

Hector had to armor up, even as he backed away. He added extra layers, too, just trying to add more weight so that he didn't get pulled away from the ground.

Then the tornado burst apart, sending a tidal wave of water and rocks in all directions. Hector materialized another Amir to help take the brunt of it, but it still knocked him on his ass and sent him skidding across the wet, stony floor.

Water still drizzled down around him as he picked himself up again.

Zeff was just sitting there now, hunched over, his thick black hair soaked and dripping.

Hector had no idea what to say, but he kept his armor on as he approached, hopefully allowing the metal clink of his footsteps to alert Zeff to his presence. There wasn't much light around, so Hector materialized a glowing iron cube, too.

"...No training today, Hector. You're still recovering." The man didn't bother to look up at him.