From his position, King Gulben could see the flashes of light flickering in the night sky, fire burning in bursts of crimson and black.
The distant battlefield was illuminated with violent explosions. The chaotic energy unmistakable.
He could feel it.
Erend's power surged through the air like an overwhelming presence that sent a ripple through the Magic forces of the palace. There was no doubt about it—the Dragonborn had made his move.
King Gulben exhaled sharply.
He had forbidden Erend and Eccar from interfering in their struggles, not because he doubted their strength, but because the Elves had already owed them too much.
Their past debts to the Dragonborn ran deep, and he had wanted his people to reclaim their own dignity, to stand and fight their own battles.
But now, standing here, feeling the tremors of battle in the distance, he realized how wrong he had been.
