Less than an hour later, the air itself bore testament to the sheer devastation that had unfolded. The remnants of a battle unlike any Varem had ever seen smoldered in the depths of the city. Magic still crackled in the air, dissipating in violent embers that danced in the wake of something monstrous.
Fedlimid had tracked them down, his hunt carrying him across several districts, each footstep led by the lingering scent of Mara's blood. Her ghost was long gone, but the memory of her suffering clung to the very walls of the city, guiding him to the ones responsible. And when he found them, there was no hesitation.
Varem had never known such a spell. Not until now.
A chunk of night clung to a building under plain daylight.
A suffocating cloud of pure abyssal darkness swallowed the isolated hideout, a void in which light dared not intrude, where no sound could escape. The world beyond ceased to exist within its boundaries.
And inside? Inside, the slaughter began.
