An intense, blinding light flooded the eyes of Candence and the warriors of Fort Echohelm as they reached the surface.
They all felt it before their eyes could adjust, three figures with a presence so overwhelming that their bodies refused to move hovered in the air.
'Paragons!'
The word resounded in Candence's head. It was an aura impossible to mistake, the kind that made them want to bow and worship.
A chill gripped the entire group. But in the next second, they each exhaled as a wave of relief washed over them.
There was no bloodthirsty aura. No feeling of being watched by a predator. It wasn't Vampyros. They had hidden underground because of the force of the battle. If not for their quick thinking, they would all have perished from the sheer destruction unleashed above.
