Forces of the Dominion surrounding the Covenant's cathedral as if they owned the place!
Beside him, Serala's body began to pulse.
It started as a tremor running through her wings, then spread into her frame, and then golden tendrils of lightning crackled from her eyes and arced across the cloud surrounding them. Her face had gone rigid, her jaw locked, her hands curled into fists at her sides. The Holy Daughter of the Covenant of the First Stone was staring down at her home occupied by foreign soldiers, and the rage building inside her was making the air around them taste of ozone.
Damian placed a hand on her arm.
He focused downward, and his perception, far sharper than hers, reached into the citadel below. He listened to the countless discussions and conversations happening across the white streets, filtering through the noise the way his Mana filtered through his cloud, picking out threads that carried meaning from the sea of frightened chatter.
His gaze changed.
