Chapter 8
The door to the room opened. Eadric immediately stepped out in front of his son, sword and dagger drawn. Blodwyn readied himself with his staff, holding it away from his chest in both hands. Although he wasn’t sure how much damage he could cause, Mykal held out his arms, palms up. He didn’t feel anything inside his veins; no electricity pulsed up and down his arms. Could magic expire? Could he tax his body of all power? Had he used what limited sorcery was inside him, and now he was nothing shy of ordinary?
More Watch filled the room. They parted, and King Golan Nabal stepped forward. He was dressed in his crimson robe, with a wide belt around his waist. The crown was distinct with four white diamonds, and on the triangular panel at the forehead a black diamond that was square.
