Erend stood before them, the mist curling around his boots as the cool morning air shifted with quiet tension.
Everyone had gathered. Eccar, Saeldir, Aesa, Aurdis, Aerchon, King Gulben, Arty, Adrius, Lysander, Adrien, and Billy. Those were the allies that could go with him now.
They were the chosen strike force who would venture into the training dimension. No one spoke for a while. Even the wind felt as though it held its breath.
King Gulben stepped forward first, his cloak trailing behind him like a living banner of authority. His gaze swept across the group, lingering briefly on Erend.
Even as a king, with that much time dilation in that dimension, he was certain that he had time to leave his kingdom for a while.
