Eruptions of flame, lightning, and magma bathed Sheza in a macabre array of light. The walls of the Varris family estate, a place she once called home, fell under the onslaught of the Resistance's best mages.
Once upon a time, a sight such as this would have gripped her heart with fear, but that was no longer a problem. Indarel had turned her childhood home into a bastion of corruption and greed. It was now her duty to rip down these walls and build them anew; to return the city of Varris to the gem it once was.
"The walls have fallen! Soldiers! With me!" She roared, drawing her sword. The voices of the resistance joined her own as their forces poured into the streets. Hours of preparation had gone into this assault. By the time they were ready to press the attack, over 90 percent of their men were in position. If Wulf kept his word…
As soon as she thought about the man, he almost materialized beside her. "Good work."
