"Scarlette!" I yelled. "Lumera! Devran!"
But my voice was swallowed in a sea of screams as the Mages dragged the Fairies away, one by one.
The voices called, laced with increasing desperation.
"Get me out of here!"
"Please!"
"I don't want to die—"
But it was useless.
Powers failed.
Cries failed.
And one by one, the Fairies fell.
Nathaniel laughed while he watched chaos unfold.
"Don't worry about your sigils…" He drawled, "If you haven't noticed, you can call me by name now." He laughed diabolically, then his tone darkened. "It will be the last name you will ever call."
"Nathaniel you bastard!" Someone screamed before being dragged away by a Mage.
Then, someone recognised me.
"There he is!" a Mage shouted. "King Veravos!"
"Get him!"
I tried to summon the shadows—tried.
But nothing came. The sigils, the sheer amount of it had bound me too.
"Come on, Veravos… come on…" I growled, clenching my fists.
But there was only silence.