Halvren's face twisted into a vindictive smile despite his earlier terror.
"You have really enraged a lot of individuals in the capital, young man. You are very arrogant and just because you have little power, you think you can fight anyone."
"Let's see how you will fare against this."
Then his hand shot up, gesturing sharply to one of his guards.
"Signal flare! Now!"
The guard didn't hesitate. He pulled out a specialized device—a crystalline rod that glowed with stored magical energy—and pointed it skyward. With a sharp word of activation, a brilliant bolt of light shot into the evening sky, exploding in a pattern of crimson and gold that hung there like a miniature sun.
"What is that?" Jolthar asked, watching the display with narrowed eyes.
"You're about to find out," Halvren said, his confidence returning now that reinforcements were coming.
"You've committed your last crime, Baron Kaezhlar."
