"Listen to me very carefully, Kaelen," Grayson rasped, his voice like rolling thunder. "You have ruined my morning. You have forced me to do field work. You have delayed my return to my wife. If you and your men do not extinguish this fire, surrender your cursed items to Ravenson, and fall back deep into the sanctuary within five minutes... I will personally banish every single one of you to the dark abyssal plains."
Kaelen's face went pale with absolute terror. "W-We surrender! We yield, Lord Grayson! We will drop everything!"
"Good," Grayson snapped, dropping the rogue leader to the dirt with a heavy thud. He dusted off his sleeves and turned back toward the black SUV, pulling out his car keys. "Carson, pack them into the transport vans. Ravenson, sign whatever trash papers need signing. I am going home."
"Not so fast, Grayson," Ravenson called out from the edge of the smoking warehouse. He pointed toward the winding mountain road below.
