Grey Dura 13

Blinking back the sluggish aftereffects of channeling King’s Gambit. I turned my head, looking for the source of a strong mana signature that had caught my attention enough to pull me from the fugue. I didn’t recognize the shouts of dismay until I saw the huge hammer swinging at my face.

Raising my arms, I blocked the blow with crossed forearms. The force of it sent me sliding backwards across the glossy tiles of the floor, my heels gouging shallow trenches through them.

Snarling and flaring with angry purple flames, Regis gathered himself to spring.

Stop, I ordered him, staring at Mica.

‘What’s wrong?’ Sylvie sent from where she was meeting with Lord Silvershale, two of his sons, and a couple of other lords. ‘I can—’

I’m fine, I answered, not wanting her to become distracted. Her conversation was just as important as the one I was about to have.