Far above the gathering storm of battle, Inadrys had fashioned himself a throne atop the highest cloud, its edges crackling with contained lightning. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he scanned the mortal realm below.
The armies of men appeared as tiny figurines from this height, but his divine sight could discern every detail—the glint of sunlight on armour, the determination in Count Hamen's eyes, the bloodlust radiating from Dagur's massive frame.
But it was not the impending clash that troubled the King of deities.
It was the sudden appearance of the green-coloured energy, and it had come and dragged Jolthar into the pillar. He very well knew that it was the tomb of the Beast King, sealed centuries ago.
"Was he thinking of taking him a vessel?"Inadrys' gaze was focused on the castle. Inadrys wondered about his suspicions of Jolthar. And this incident made him even more curious. After all these years, the beast king had reacted.
