"What's the matter? Afraid to come at me?" Cedrick jeered, his laughter echoing mockingly. "What's wrong? Did my Dracolich give you cold feet? This thing is awesome! Ugly as hell, though—just like your strategy!"
Horizon clenched his fists, his patience beginning to fray. He was usually calm under pressure, but Cedrick's high shrieking voice alone was enough to make even the most disciplined lose their composure.
And then he felt it—a sudden, ominous wave of energy from the far side of the battlefield. It was subtle at first, like a faint shift in the air, but it quickly grew stronger, pulsing with raw, chaotic power.
Horizon froze mid-step, his instincts flaring. What is that? he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. The energy wasn't coming from Cedrick—he would've noticed if another artifact was activated this close. No, this was something else entirely.
