With a quiet step, he withdrew into the shadows, vanishing as silently as he had arrived.
Not out of fear.
Not out of weakness.
But because the eyes of Illumarhen were on the battlefield. If he remained any longer on this field, Inadrys might notice his presence, and he would have to engage in a battle, which he wasn't sure he would win; after all, the opponent was Inadrys himself.
Inadrys watched from the heavens, his presence an unspoken warning. If he acted now, he would be inviting the wrath of the King of the Deities himself.
No matter how much it tore at him, revenge would have to wait.
For now.
But soon—very soon—they would reemerge.
His presence disappeared, and his gaze took clear note of the one young man amidst the battlefield.
Yilar, still standing under the shade of the trees, saw the disappearing sunlight make his figure darken.
Meanwhile, back on the battlefield,
Then, with a surge of energy, Jolthar broke the deadlock.
