The two old monsters looked at them with a mix of pity and amusement. "Such a pitiful end for what was such a bright family," they said, though there were vindictive smiles on their faces.
The two lifted their hands and they felt the intense concentration of aether form around them.
Zaol gathered his own power—or what remained of it—to defend his family.
His sons joined him, weapons out and small specks of their elements floating about. They were all panting—all incredibly weak—and Zaol could tell they probably wouldn't last a few shots from such powerhouses.
These men were also dependent on Aether Crystals, but the power their levels gave was very real. Even if they were relatively 'brittle' it didn't mean they stood a chance, especially in their current states.
They might not even be able to get close enough to touch the hem of their clothes—which, by the way, were definitely defense equipment.
