His body burned for lack of air. His brain screamed in agony. He desperately needed to gasp in a breath but his diaphragm was frozen solid.
Stars were gathering around the periphery of his vision and everything was turning black.
Blain panicked. He wanted to cry out and fight to stay alive, but he could not move a muscle.
He could not die like this. He was still too young!
As Blain Rashak sat there, slowly fading out of consciousness, he could vaguely hear the voice of someone who sounded very familiar to him.
"The Queen of the Northern Realm is unparalleled." The voice spoke up from the floor of the Grand Court Hall.
Dolores Vetica glanced out into the Grand Court Hall, her eyes huge with surprise.
A sixth Advisor had appeared from out of nowhere.
He wore the usual black Advisor's robe, but his face was strikingly handsome.
