He found a stirring fury strong enough to rival the likes of dragon fire.
A handful of minutes, that was all that he'd been preoccupied for. There was no army in the land, placed in such a position, that could have made anything significant happen in those short few handfuls of minutes.
The source of that sickly feeling in Tiberius' chest. He found it right in front of him.
A man that ought to have been trapped in the chains of Tiberius' making, surrounded by ten thousand men. And now a man that was right there, freer than a bird, as if the danger had only leant him further speed.
