The shattered moon shone upon the ruined castle.
The cold winds howled as they passed through the ruins, slamming into piles of rubble with vengeful power. An especially strong gust sent a small pebble falling from a broken wall into a pan of bubbling stew.
Morgan ignored the pebble. She ignored Nightingale, who landed nearby, as well.
Instead, she looked up and let out a long sigh.
'Loyalty…'
Loyalty was a funny thing. It came in many forms and many shapes, from different sources. Loyalty had a power in and of itself — a great power, sometimes — but in the realm of Supremes, it also possessed a mystical authority.
It was a covenant between a ruler and the people. It was the lifeblood of a Domain, as well as the means through which Domains spread. To be precise, for those Supremes who built their Domains with the help of the Nightmare Spell, it was the loyalty of Saints that mattered most.
