At last, they seemed to sense that this was not a show for their amusement, not a part of the city’s celebration. They stirred uneasily, all eyes staring toward the tower. “If this mob panics,” Blossom whispered worriedly in Garett’s ear, “it’s going to be hell.” Garett didn’t answer. He watched as the great bird began what he knew would be its final dive. It had admitted the strength of Prestelan’s shield, but found another avenue of attack. He admired its strategy even as the horror of it gripped him. The creature swept downward in a rush. At the apex of its dive, it released its strongest attack yet. The bolt struck the tower with thundering force. Too late, Prestelan Sun fired back. Stone shattered and showered outward. The tower shivered and groaned and collapsed in a great gush of dust and fragments. Prestelan Sun opened his mouth in a soundless cry of despair and was engulfed. The crowd, too, trembled. For a fearful instant, Garett thought they would turn in panic and flee, lest the destruction overtake them.
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