The castle looked tiny from above, still suspended in the air, Vaedon Ignisar observed Castor's estate with the detachment of a sculptor examining flawed marble. It was fragile and vulnerable in his eyes.
His Eastern Province. A territory with a stone fortress built into the cliffside. A fairly developed region.
Beneath him, the courtyard was busy. Guards training. Servants moving. Life continued as if their lord hadn't just committed treason.
He could flatten it. The entire castle, the foundation. The mountain itself if he wanted. But that wasn't his purpose here.
He descended slowly. Each foot carefully measured. His approach was menacing to all who saw. The guards were the first to see him. His body eclipsing the sun like divine judgement.
Immediately training stopped. Weapons lowered and faces turned upwards. They couldn't recognize him at first and then they saw the glistening crystal on his forehead and Immediately terror set in.
