"Humph… If I can get it, then why am I standing here on the ground bickering with you?" Fang spat, crossing his arms over his chest. His massive frame was tense, radiating a mixture of greed and frustration.
"Sightseeing, perhaps? The view of the tower is quite lovely from this angle," I teased him.
Fang glared back at me, his eyes burning with a dark intensity. In truth, I knew exactly why he was standing there. Despite his physical power and the strength of his army, he couldn't reach that gate high up in the air.
The Epic Gate was a behemoth, stretching almost half a mile in radius across the sky. It wasn't the uniform, pulsating blue of the standard Mega Gates; instead, it was a chaotic masterpiece of energy.
Violent red and golden-yellow wisps of power danced across its circular edges, crackling with an intensity that suggested it was connected to a much deeper well of power.
