A small rift opened in the space near Xedros. It was so thin and delicate that it appeared to be almost invisible.
"What are you doing here instead of stopping the ritual?" A feminine voice holding the fury of a storm asked.
"According to the rules of the Council, every Lord is responsible for protecting their territory from trespassers and from Awakened who employ forbidden magic. Yet you are here not doing anything. Any last words?"
"Lady Tyris, I…" Xedros attempted to say before her punch crushed every single bone in his body and sent him crashing against the nearest mountain, a couple of dozens of kilometers away.
'It seems I'm late. Yet the air is still pure. The forbidden ritual didn't succeed.' She thought while she descended to the ground.
Jaren had gotten the short end of the stick. He had just walked through his dimensional door when Lith's blade lunged at his neck. He managed to dodge it only to be caught by the four shadow arms conjured by Death Call.
