"I may be the 'Divine One' or whatever destiny you want to force on me. But that doesn't mean I'm some gilded bird you can coop up while everyone else is out there bleeding and fighting for their lives."
He tightened his grip on his spear, the Void-Oak groaning under the pressure.
"You have many titles, Veylara, but you do not have the right to dictate my life."Sol stated, absolute finality ringing in every syllable. "I didn't seek out this power to be a coward hiding behind a wooden gate."
Saying this, without waiting for the
Warchief's answer or the guards' reaction, Sol explosively channeled his essence into his legs.
He blurred past the enclosing warriors like a phantom, running directly toward the massive, groaning southern gates and the increasingly deafening noise of the incoming tide.
For a long heavy moment, absolute, stunned silence gripped the square.
