"Black… lightning? And it's not striking the ground?"
Argyle replied, "No, it's coursing through the clouds without harming anything in the city."
"Argyle, gather your guild and send them through the portal." Tralon stood up and retrieved his usual staff. "Make haste, Argyle."
"Tralon, I can't just--"
"If you want your guild to survive, then send everyone through the portal immediately," stated Tralon. "I'll be leaving first to prepare the guild to receive your people."
"But Tralon--"
"Hurry up!"
A powerful pulse of spatial energy erupted from the platform, startling Argyle and Baral as Tralon disappeared. Left with only Tralon's warning, Argyle left with a hard decision to make.
"Argyle…" Noticing the panic in Argyle's face, Baral spoke up, "Do you trust Tralon?"
