The charge, underground in the tunnels, blew parts of Caelar’s castle sky high. The dust lingered long, and we all grabbed our swords, spears, maces in anticipation of the final attack on Caelar.
Caelar, she who would be a god, shrank in her castle, the very stones debating whether to rise, fall, or stand still. Hephernaan, her court wizard, thrust her under a sturdy arch as a rain of debris peppered down from the ceiling.
“Looks like it’s going to hold,” he said.
“It seems as though your knowledge of future events is a tad off.” She stood, brushing off her plate wrapped shoulders, scowling at him.
“I apologize, my lady. I shall prove myself with this next act: surrounding the castle with a spell of paralysis.”
“Get it done,” she growled.
Truly, the spell did its job, stopping Balgara’s forces for a few precious moments. Yet, Caelar was…
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