The city of Kazekir was once again cast into a shadow of the looming war. The citizens felt it like a brewing storm, with new orders coming from the palace that everyone should be prepared to evacuate to their closest shelter bunker within a moment's notice.
But even with that, closer to the middle of the city, one of the biggest buildings stood as if in defiance against the elements. It was the Enchanters Association building.
And it was bustling. Since the first time it was created, the Enchanters have had a problem of having too many resources to work with and little time.
Unlike the other way around every time.
Deep in the building, underground, Atrox and the top Enchanters of the Clan had been holed up in the place for three days.
"My Lord, what about this one? It needs the binding," the Chairman said.
