'Who…?' Marvas couldn't calm his pounding heart. He had been moments away from death. As his trembling gaze took in the man who saved him, his eyes widened.
"Warden!"
There was only one Warden in Sylvastein; Warden Eras Sanguine.
"Rhett, you have to calm down," Eras said through clenched teeth. Even after the major collision, aftershocks rippled through the air. He was shocked he was being pushed back.
They met eyes, then separated in unison, creating distance.
Eras' expression hardened. He glanced around to ensure there were no casualties from the clash. Only when he confirmed that did he turn back to his brother.
"Rhett…" Eras hid his unease. The clash had been more than he expected. His hands were shaking.
'He's strong.'
Eras scrutinized Rhett, who hovered silently at a distance. He looked more like a creature of legend than a man.
Most considered Rhett a waste, a drunk, but Eras knew he was far from that.
