Auborn stood triumphant before his enemies.
His cloak dusted with soot and his crown tilted slightly to the right, but his grin stretched wide like an evi clown.
With the aid of dozens of mages and armored knights, he had done the unthinkable- he had captured Auren and the others like prey caught in a hunter's snare.
Chains of darkness bound their wrists and ankles, runes hissed across the dirty floor, and the faint stench of burnt mana clung to the air.
The so called rebels had fought hard, but now they knelt, defeated and restrained, before the king of Austerra.
The noise of their battle had been impossible to ignore.
The city stirred awake, and soon the palace courtyard was flooded with curious eyes.
Commoners and merchants alike squeezed shoulder to shoulder, craning their necks for a glimpse of the trouble maker.
Nobles in fine robes whispered behind jeweled hands.
