'What now?'
Northern couldn't help but glance back just as another pillar of lightning tore down from the sky.
He pivoted sharply, a stern light flickering deep within the blue of his eyes. Everyone else also turned their attention toward the source—but in that same breath, something ripped free from the rift, shattering whatever focus they might have gathered.
More people were flooding into the center of the arena now—families, clans that had been present from the start—though none among them were noteworthy enough to steady the fear and dissonance surging through the crowd like a rising tide.
Not that it was necessary.
The presence of the five Citadel representatives managed to stitch some semblance of control over the disaster, with Silent Tenebris standing at the center, her commands slicing sharply through the chaos.
Already, three figures had launched themselves toward the origin of the lightning behind the rift—one an instructor, the other two from scattered clans.
