The Altar of Iron trembled.
Duke Varic Vane stepped fully out of the crimson portal.
The mana pressure in the room shifted instantly, from the crushing, heavy gravity of the Orc Emperor to the sharp, metallic scent of absolute bloodlust.
Yes, much like the orc emperor, the Duke was very much also an eighth-order powerhouse, a battle-ready one at that
So stepping through the altar, his bloodlust fully unleashed, for a while the whole area seemed to be overflown with a sea of red
However despite this, his attention was not on his opponent, the Orc emperor as Varic did not look at Thraka immediately.
His crimson eyes swept the room. Coming into his sight, he saw Captain Vesper, his loyal knight, broken and bleeding on a pile of scrap.
He saw Isabelle the maid who had followed that interesting human that claimed to be a baron, unconscious and battered near the console.
