“I don’t believe you children are going anywhere,” a voice said from the shadows of a balcony overlooking the courtyard.
The young warriors glanced above them, searching for the source of the voice. The morning sun peeked beyond the horizon, illuminating their enemy’s face.
“Chronus,” Dorian murmured.
“Hello, Dorian. Where exactly do you think you’re going?” The Baron asked.
“As far away from this place as we can. We will escape this place, and you can’t stop us,” Dorian retorted.
The Baron chuckled as he stepped onto the balcony edge. “I beg to differ, young man. There are quite a few things I can do to stop you,” he replied and leaped from the balcony to the ground below. The impact from his landing shattered the stone pathway beneath his feet. The Baron stood and casually walked to
