Several new cracks appeared in the golden statue that hung in the air. It had been five days since the Elves made a strategic retreat, and an unnerving peace settled on the land. However, that peace was about to end as the cracks on the statue widened.
Conner had been resting in his room when his bed started shaking violently. It was still two hours away from sunrise, and yet everyone, who had not been on guard duty, all woke up from their slumber as the tremors intensified.
"He managed to break free sooner than expected," Conner had a grim expression on his face as he hurried towards the command station on the ramparts of the city wall.
When he arrived, he was just in time to see the golden statue shatter into hundreds of pieces.
Drauum descended on the ground and glared hatefully at the city in front of it.
"You dare to imprison me?!" Drauum roared. "You dare?!"
