The sound cut through bone and flesh straight into the heart. Vol's own heart felt the slightest trembling of fear from it. The greater the man, the more it seemed to affect them. This was not simply the roar of a powerful beast. There was a quality to its sound that only the most experienced leaders would have recognized.
"By the Gods…" Maddon began, his eyes widening, and his brain suddenly clutching for the images of what he held dear. Those of his daughter, so near to marriage. Those of a wife grown cold. Those of a son with a physicality beyond what he could have hoped for. It was as if his body was recognizing death, and preparing for it in advance.
