I see an old man prime with seven cages in front of him. All of them filed with the bound Sky Sovereigns.
I am not looking at them. I am looking at two sovereigns bound in a contraption. Those two Sky Sovereigns belong to the Tor.
It is not the first time, me seeing this, but it is my first time seeing members of tor in such a terrible state.
It filled me with bubbling rage, that left me all shaking.
The rage isn't the only thing I am feeling. There is also a guild; it is a lot more than rage.
People of Tor suffered because of me. Far worse than this and many died. All of their deaths are on me; they died because of me.
I took a deep breath and controlled myself before I began flying. I did not move directly toward the old man, but a few minutes later, his soul sense found me.
'Little Sky Sovereign, come here,' rang the voice in my mind.
A surprise appeared in my eyes before an alarm flashed in there, and I burst in speed.
