General Winter felt it, the madness and terror beneath the Blood Moon's light, a power only present at the Power of Folly's old feast among the Twenty-Eight Camps. The other twenty-seven could never give him such a palpitation.
Lord of the White Birch Trees?
That man couldn't create such a spectacle; such immense Domain Power was definitely something General Winter had never seen the work of a miracle before.
As for the emerging Master of Miracles, it seemed likely that his level of Awakening wasn't too high.
"Another new king making his move?" said General Winter, "To attack the Ancient City on your own, let me teach you a lesson. Even as the Master of Miracles, you shouldn't be so presumptuous."
Yet as time ticked by second after second, General Winter still hadn't sensed any movement.
"The fog doesn't disperse, what are you waiting for?"
However, General Winter was puzzled, wondering why Lyon had not yet made his move.
