The whole group stood before the wall of the Black Dome.
The sun had fled the sky, leaving behind a bruised twilight.
The absolute darkness of the dome seemed to drink the last of the light, making it feel like midnight already. The warriors of the three tribes gripped their weapons, knuckles white. Some trembled, whether from a battle-hungry thrill or sheer terror was impossible to tell.
The Blood Marquis surveyed the ominous structure, then turned back to the assembled chieftains with a serene smile. "Before we begin, let me show you the gift I promised."
He waved a languid hand. From the snow at his feet, a crimson mist coalesced, swirling for a moment before dispersing like a curtain being drawn aside.
Revealed behind it were three figures, bound at the wrists and gagged, forced to their knees, two barbarians and a half-elf.
A collective gasp ripped through the Salom ranks.
"U-Uru'en!" Risha's eyes widened in shock.
