With a growl, Imagor released a torrent of flames on the portal. The portal crackled and sparked before it crashed down, bursting into blinding light.
Neveah shielded her eyes on instinct, the pained roar of a kobold echoed through the quiet night, and that was the last thing they heard.
Neveah's hand dropped to her side, her gaze took in the aftermath of what had just happened, the boulder that now lay idly by the wall with the dirt and rocks it had dislodged laying about,
Dozens of gleaming portal shards littered on the landing platform and the severed limb of the kobold, claws still twitching... this was not at all how she had expected this night to go.
Neveah could not even begin to comprehend the mere thought of kobolds on the very grounds of Dragon Keep, it was a dishonour to Jian's dynasty.
The kind that has never happened before, the Black Network had not gotten this close to Dragon Keep, not since Asrig was dethroned.
