Just when absolute despair threatened to break the final remnants of the Warrior's morale, a sudden shift occurred in the atmosphere.
It wasn't exactly a physical sensation. It was a profound, terrifying change in the ambient spiritual pressure. The air grew instantly dry. The hairs on Sol's arms stood on end, and the spirits within his own core suddenly retracted, as if bowing to a superior, older force.
"HOLD!" a new, incredibly powerful voice echoed over the din.
It wasn't Veylara.
Sol looked up toward the apex of the gatehouse.
High Shaman Zephyra had finally stepped forward.
She stepped to the absolute highest pinnacle of the central watchtower.
