{What is Holiness if not power?}
….
The clouds spun faster, sucking at the mountain and rumbling like waves of thunder. The air became chilly, blowing goose bumps over Narene's body and she trembled, her hand which held the sword becoming weak.
Those were the Holy Emperor's holy consort—the Shattered Knights! They were the most powerful sorcerers in Ramary, having more magical training than anyone else in the empire. Narene was afraid of the monsters.
They weren't human, she was sure. No human would have that sinister look yet docile eyes that bored through their souls. The spiky metals that stitched their lips together made her uneasy, driving a wave of nausea through her and making her heart race and thump against her chest.
