e itself bore light however, its windows aglow all over. Within, no doubt the Vadiya enjoyed the luxuries of the palace and for the servants, perhaps nothing had changed in their daily toil.
For a moment no more, Never hesitated in his approach.
There was hardly a need for stealth.
Diving, he hurled a knife at the glass ceiling of the Grand Hall. Glass shattered and mere moments after, he crashed through feet first, stained glass flying. Stinging cuts appeared on his hands and face as hot blood trickled down his skin. He flared his wings and beat them with enough time to thump into the heavily-carpeted room amidst cries of shock.
Steelhawks and Vadiya nobility in their blues and whites, cowered around gilded furniture. One man was even clawing at a wall-hanging of the Marlosa Stallion,
