Rhegal held the bridge of his nose between his fingers, closing his eyes for a moment.
"Where did it all go wrong...? Why did it have to be like this...?" He opened his eyes again, and the next second, one ring in his middle finger emitted a blackish glow, and from it appeared a massive sword so finely crafted that it looked like it was made by the elves of a fantasy movie. "Then I guess you leave me no choice."
And Rhegal prepared to attack.
The pressure in the hall was so massive that it woke everyone up, both Octavius' group and Rhegal's underlings.
They all appeared by the door, looking at the clash that was about to happen when, suddenly, Rhegal raised one hand and an invisible barrier appeared under the threshold, keeping everyone from going in or listening to a single word they said inside.
