While Elyria argued with Harken, the members of the Order helped each other. And Kyrian was lost in thought.
He kept his eyes on the skies. The four columns of smoke had already disappeared, completely transforming into the crimson dome.
His new eyes could see the truth of that dome. Thin crimson threads, like invisible webs, connected every living being in the city to the dome that pulsed like a heart.
The blood of everyone was constantly being drained.
He took a deep breath. That was nothing that could be stopped with brute force now that it had begun.
He didn't even know what exactly it was. No one there knew. There was no enemy to cut down, no wall to break through. For him, it was just a gigantic phenomenon, seemingly inevitable. Just like the ice bird from the frozen lands.
He couldn't tell why or who was doing it. But Kyrian understood that they were definitely using this city for something evil and that it would be impossible for them to break free with brute force.
