The sky darkened as heavy clouds gathered, thick and looming. The scent of impending rain laced the air, and the winds carried a foreboding chill. Cutting through the sky at great speed, I barely needed to flap my wings—the sheer momentum carried me forward, straight as an arrow. The landscape below blurred into streaks of green and gray as I headed directly toward the royal palace of Denril.
Thanks to my invisibility brooch, I remained undetected as I crossed into the palace's airspace. The high towers and vast courtyards stretched beneath me, bathed in the dim, brooding light of the overcast sky. My senses flared, scanning for Rune's mana presence, and once I locked onto it, I veered in his direction.
He was in the parlor. And he wasn't alone.
