"So," Katherine asked, her calm voice cutting through the chaotic noise of Frostgate's muddy streets. "What is the plan?"
Leo sat comfortably on his black stallion. He didn't look at the screaming mercenaries fighting in the alleys or the bleeding man groaning in the mud. He kept his eyes fixed on the massive, crackling purple pillar of the Abyssal Spire in the distance.
Leo smirked.
"Find a warm bed, get a cold drink, and then walk into that death trap and gut whatever is glowing," Leo answered bluntly.
Katherine frowned behind her thick dark veil. "That is not a plan. That is suicide."
Leo spurred his stallion forward, navigating through the filthy, crowded street. Katherine rode her grey mare right beside him, keeping pace.
"Who trained you?" Katherine asked. She kept her voice low, but it was sharp and probing. "You move too quietly for a brute. You commanded those women back in your city flawlessly. But you don't have a single drop of mana. How do you do it?"
