"Yes, Master!"
The roar had not finished echoing when Lord Halveth of Farnath staggered back from the tall window of his keep.
His fingers scraped along the stone sill and missed purchase, grabbing onto nothing. As a result, his voluptuous behind hit the floor hard, releasing a far too loud thud. The sound of it seemed absurdly loud in the chamber. His breath came shallow, uneven, fogging the winter air as he stared back out at the sky.
High above the city, a dark figure hovered.
It did not move like a man. It did not float like a mage either. It simply remained there, fixed in place, as if the sky itself had decided to tolerate its presence. Around it, blue flames poured out, down into the streets and rooftops below, appearing where no unit should have been able to reach.
Then the shout's echo came again, bouncing between towers and alleys.
"Yes, Master!"
"What…" Halveth's face had drained of color.
Behind him stood three figures.
