Glen's gaze landed squarely on Void's magic shield. His brow lifted slightly when he spotted a familiar face, one that definitely shouldn't be here.
"Earl Reiner Jürgen Von Wilhelm?" he said, voice cool. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Still bound by Void's spell, Reiner froze like a kid caught sneaking out past curfew. His lips parted, trying to form an excuse, but nothing came out. Void, watching Reiner squirm under the emperor's stare, finally released the chains. Reiner dropped to the floor, feet steady again.
"Forget him," Void snapped, eyes narrowing at Glen. "Why the hell did you send that crusty orc to wreck my home?"
The veins in Void's temple pulsed, fury radiating off him. He knew Regan hadn't come on his own. Glen had sent him. And Regan, of course, still hadn't lowered his fists. Void could feel it, any second now, the old brute would swing again, emperor or not.
