"A DRAGON?!"
The word crashed through the chamber like a thunderclap. King Alden's fingers dug into the armrests of his throne, his knuckles turning white.
Around the war table in the royal palace, the most important figures exchanged uneasy glances, their postures stiff with tension.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Callen confirmed, his voice grim, "It has been confirmed by the head scribe of Dawnbreak Keep. We don't know how, but Zavareth has managed to break the natural law of summoning as we understand it."
At this the room fell into a heavy silence that was only periodically broken by the heavy breaths of King Alden and the generals.
"Commander, we must realise that if they can do this once, the chances of them being able to do this again are more than likely," a general muttered, his boots clicking against the polished floor, "And we have no means of countering it…"
At this, King Alden let out an audible sigh as his thoughts drifted momentarily.
