The Five Days of Fire
"Now, for the meanwhile, I have more important things to attend to. Aurelian has the audacity to enter the battlefield… Then I will crush him myself."
"You may go."
Veynor winced, his bow hasty, as if he was attempting to draw himself into a small space. "Y-Yes, Your Majesty."
Within, silence intensified once more. The soft whistling of the wind on the canvas slipped in, but the men within did not stir, all held fast by the weight of Gary's presence.
With a deep breath, Gary fell back onto his cushion, the sound echoing loudly in the silence. His green locks reflected the flame's light as they spilled loose over his shoulders, shading his black eyes now which sparkled with a smoldering intensity. He hunched forward, knees to elbows, gaping into nothing. The substance of his aura remained still, though less intense, as if even in silence he was a storm condensed into flesh.
