Sael and the five hundred soldiers delegated to him came back with an astounding victory. They had captured the remnants of the Empire soldiers, though Pyrrhus and a handful of others had managed to escape.
Hearing that Pyrrhus got away saddened Northern. That bastard owed King Ruger an apology for the way he spoke to him, and Northern had every intention of collecting. But there was no problem. If they didn't meet now, they would meet later.
Right now, he was making the topmost floor of the Tempest Spire, not the roof, but the floor just beneath it, into something of his own personal room. And to do that, Northern had to bring back Elliot. The one he had sent to Hao.
The clone sat opposite Northern on a shadow couch that Northern had manifested using the Supreme Shadow. This was the blueprint for what he wanted to do with this floor, turn it into his own personal space shaped entirely from shadow-made furnishings. But he would need his former self's brain and hands for it.
