A ripple of shock flickered through Auril when he saw the way the spell was being breached. It was as if a gas cutter was being used to cut iron. Sparks flew in the darkness as the core burned white and yellow. His nostrils flared and his throat bobbed as he swallowed in saliva. His face paled and he picked up his dagger. Slowly, he crept out of his tent and found that there were already three more soldiers standing with their swords, ready to fight. One of them opened his mouth to speak, but Auril placed his finger on his lips to shush them. He wasn't sure if the spells stopped sound also or not.
He signaled the soldier to call all others and alert the servants. Caleb wasn't there and Auril felt responsible for their safety.
When they all gathered, they formed a V in front of the breach in order to fight those who were breaching it.
"Where is the king?" asked one of the soldiers close to Auril in a very low voice. "We must inform him."
