Erend hovered mid-air, his wings beating steadily as he stared at the swirling portals behind the man in the black cloak. His initial initiative to attack was replaced by hesitation when he watched ten additional portals materialize behind the man.
The man in the cloak let out a chuckle. "What's the matter, Dragonborn? You look kinda unsettled. Your damned scales quivering at the sight of my lord's creations?"
Erend clenched his fists, forcing his expression to remain neutral. The sight was indeed concerning. But not in the way the cloaked figure assumed.
"This isn't about me. It's the palace. The Elves' defenses… Will they hold against this?"
Erend turned his gaze briefly toward the palace behind him. The once-pristine fields and ramparts now teemed with frantic activity. Soldiers scrambled to fortify positions while Mages amplified their chants, layering protections onto the barrier.
Even from this distance he could sense their anxiety.
