A horn blared in the distance, outside of the Outer Ring.
Kael landed on his feet, almost stumbling over from how fast he'd been flying. Dust kicked up around him, and he coughed through the thick air.
He jumped up to the furthest wall and peered out into the distance.
Something was coming. And fast.
Another transport. Carrying supplies for the city. Food. Obsidian for the Royals. Weapons for the Officials.
But the Outer Ring belonged to Kael now. No transport would be getting through to the rest of the city without his permission.
What if he just starved them out? All the people inside who relied on food from these transports in order to survive?
It was an option, but that would be a waiting game. At least a couple weeks before they started to break.
How much longer did he really want to hold out before finally fighting the Royals?
Kael jumped down to the other side of the wall and raised a hand as the transport grew near.
