The Ice Drake emerged next, its thirty-foot form barely fitting through the portal before it adjusted its size slightly to accommodate the chamber's dimensions.
The creature's golden eyes also studied the scene with draconic intelligence. It understood the tactical purpose behind the demonstration.
Father Caelen stepped through last, his priestly robes somehow remaining immaculate despite weeks in the tower's harsh environments. The man's face showed no reaction or judgment about the execution.
He observed, cataloging another example of what Jack Kaiser had done to invent his goals.
And finally, Loryn emerged, dragging Marcus Thorne by the slave collar. The broken clan leader stumbled through the portal, his skeletal frame barely able to maintain balance with his missing leg.
His sunken eyes took in the corpses, the casual brutality, the ease with which Jack had ended four lives.
