Florian's eyes narrowed, his body stiffening as he rose to his feet. He approached the window of his chamber, his gaze sweeping over the walls. Every inch of the stone, every pane of glass, was shrouded in sealing spells—fragile, desperate things.
How pathetic.
To think such childish rituals could hold him. Did they truly believe this could contain him? Did they think they had the power to stop him?
He was Ol'gaz. The ancient one. The ruler. The god. The one who had wielded power so great, entire worlds had bowed before him.
How dare these pitiful creatures—these insects—believe they could stand against me?
And it wasn't just the king and his foolish mistress, who had so blindly trusted in these pitiful enchantments to keep him confined. No, it was also those newcomers—those arrogant fools who thought they could tamper with powers they didn't understand.
