In the Throne Room
Arken wasted no time giving out orders.
The commotion outside the city had rattled the citizens, and rattled citizens asked questions — questions he didn't have the patience to answer right now.
He sent his aides out immediately with a simple announcement: a new defensive magic was being tested, nothing more, no cause for alarm.
Because of his reputation, no one questioned it. The citizens exhaled, murmured among themselves, and went back to their lives without a second thought. That was one problem handled.
He turned back to the window. The sky outside was still too bright, too calm, too indifferent to what had just happened earlier.
'He's back.'
The thought sat in his chest like a swallowed stone.
"Sorcerer King, are you sure it's wise not to inform the others yet?" Kaela, the wolfkin, asked from her post.
He glanced at her. "Send them a summoning order."
She bowed her head and moved to carry it out.
.
.
.
