As twilight deepened across the battlefield, casting long shadows that seemed to reach for the fallen warriors like grasping fingers, a massive figure emerged from the treeline to the north.
Jolthar turned to look at him and was surprised to see him here.
"Myron," his gaze narrowed on him as he asked, "What are you doing here?"
Myron didn't reply; he seemed to be in a foul mood. His focus was on Jolthar the entire time he was walked onto the field.
Golden light seemed to shimmer around him like heat haze, and the very air crackled with energy where he passed.
Myron sighed and said, "Jolthar, I had no choice but to come here."
Jolthar couldn't understand what he was saying. Then, he suddenly turned to see another figure approaching them.
