Smoke choked the breath from the market corridor. A riot had broken out—not from chaos, but from precision. Mages hidden among the crowd had triggered incendiary glyphs, flame blooming like fangs into merchant stalls and stone walls. Screams echoed beneath the towering arches, blending with the rising clang of boots and panicked feet.
The lone mage was immediately slashed down by the standing guard.
""What was that?!" Ironsong frowned.
Raven's mind raced. There was only one explanation.
"Maeryn's been backstabbed by Velkarin."
Raven gaze turns to the lift gate, Dominion Chain slack at his side, watching the black plumes spiral into the city's artificial sky. His eyes narrowed.
"There are no heavy siege units," he muttered. "The main elevator won't have space for heavy sieges."
"This could be the main turning point of their assault," Ironsong growled.
