A few years ago, the god of death had come close to destroying the Kingdom and killing his daughters. Now Balkor was abetting Orion to commit high treason.
"We'll see. Things may change in a while." Orion shrugged. "Wish me luck."
"Break a leg." Balkor escorted Orion through the city, vouching for him every time they were stopped by the guards.
The presence of the Overlord didn't make the security laxer. Quite the contrary, it made her loyal soldiers do their best in the hope to catch Salaark's eye and receive her blessings.
"This is an unexpected surprise." The Guardian was sitting on a golden throne raised by a dais over one meter (3') from the floor. "With everything that's happening in the Kingdom, I thought you were busy Forgemastering something to save your daughter."
She wore her long black hair down in a cascade that reached the floor. The pristine white of Salaark's desert robes emphasized her bronze skin and her emerald eyes.
