Kaeso's gaze snapped upwards, drawn to the contemptuous voice. There, silhouetted against the fortressed interior, stood a man swathed in elaborate robes and sporting an immaculately trimmed beard. Something about the figure's sharp, aquiline features triggered a jolt of recognition in Kaeso's mind.
One of Daikrimore's lieutenants rushed up behind the robed man, looking agitated. "Lord Reemush! I don't think we can hold this position against their assault for long. We're far too outnumbered!"
"Silence!" The one called Reemush cut him off with a curt wave of his hand, never taking his eyes off Kaeso's embattled soldiers below. "Don't you dare insult me with your cowardly prattling. Can't you feel the power of my enchantments already taking hold?"
