"there's a breach master" one of the warlocks warned the eldest warlock, Gaviria Bonachi.
Granted, they were all over four hundred years old, but there would always be the eldest warrior or the eldest warlock. With the royals out of reach, they had devised a plan to help them sense any incoming and unauthorized breaches, and right now, one was headed their way.
They couldn't quite figure out what it was, but all they knew was that it was all coming through a portal from Vaziria. The warlocks looked at each other, wondering why in all hell was a breach coming from Vaziria.
All their wolves were already done and could come back home at any time of the day.
The worst part of this breach was that they weren't really sure what was coming through the dome.
Maybe hell?
Maybe their salvation?
Or maybe everyone had realized that Hera and Angelo were indisposed and that Alexei was at its weakest, but was it really?
