"Thyrian, I think everyone should leave the hall," I said, my voice loud enough for the guests and even the king himself to hear.
"What do you mean?" the king's cold voice rose, and I snapped my head toward him.
"The celebration should be cancelled," I said, not explaining as I stood up and moved toward the stage, but a hand suddenly yanked me back.
"What the hell are you doing?" the queen snapped, then turned to Thyrian. "Keep your master in check," she yelled, but he caught her hand and shoved it off.
"What's wrong?" Thyrian asked, turning to me gently, his arm resting around my shoulders. My lips parted to say something, but in that very second—
A loud roar erupted from the entrance of the hall, so deep and violent it felt like it tore through the ocean itself. The music cut off instantly, and everything went silent. The water around us vibrated with an intense heat and pressure that made my chest tighten.
"What's WRONG?!"
"What was that?!"
"What's happening?!"
