Each one led back to a single point... the tall, reptilian feminine figure in black and crimson robes with her hands dancing through the air as her lips murmured incantations.
Two black horns curled elegantly from her temples with glowing tips.
Red sigils spun around her like satellites, and from the ground, a network of glowing channels reached toward the fortresses in the distance.
From each fortress, pillars of crimson light ascended, feeding into the enormous runic circle hovering above the clouds.
This was none other than Vayla, the Drakenar Sorceress.
And right beside her stood a tall figure clad greyish armor. Although he wasn't as tall as Garo and Maro, he was well over eight feet. This was none other than Commander Aiz.
Victor felt his gut twist. He'd noticed their presence before, faintly, but he hadn't dared to think about it while he was busy staying alive. Now that the dust was settling, the sheer pressure radiating from those two was unmistakable.
