The streets were quiet. There were no signs of danger that Kael could see, but he could still sense a great power that had been here.
The area around the front of the Royal Spire was destroyed, like something had exploded.
A smaller obsidian spire had crumbled in front of the stairs, and the air was thick with the scent of burnt stone and ash.
It was the same presence he'd noticed before. A Royal had been here.
Kael stepped over the fallen debris, his heart pounding with a rhythm that hurt. Each breath scraped the inside of his chest.
Ronin lay crumpled near the broken steps, his body twitching as if he were stuck in teh depths of a nightmare. Kael had to get him out of it.
"Ronin?" Kael dropped to his knees, his hands shaking as he reached out.
