The whole of the North was covered in this strange smoke and it was spreading in the sky very quickly...
Outside the big Viceroy mansion, Nymeria's father was standing outside. He was wearing a grey heavy coat. His large dragon was standing low beside him. The dragon's chest was making a rumbling sound.
A group of rune channelers was in the front of the gates. Their fingers were moving fast as they tried to draw glowing runes in the air.
A light would shine for a moment, then it will fade and disappear.
They wiped the sweat from their faces and tried again.
Nymeria's father raised his hand.
A guard nearby ran forward and dropped to one knee.
"Are the White Ones ready?" the Viceroy asked.
"Yes, my Lord," the guard said, nodding quickly.
Before the guard could even stand up, a loud sound sounded from the sky.
Dragons flew out of nowhere. On the back of each dragon was a rider and behind every rider was a white-robed mage.
