I can't believe my damn eyes. It has to be my eyes playing tricks on me.
The whole room is a mess. With all the furniture, vases, and windows hanging low and broken, I nearly stumbled on the shattered glass pieces on the floor. But this doesn't stop there, not when my eyes find the bodies in the air, clutching their hands in those invisible hands around their throat. And they are my warriors. The newest ones Sidwaz sends from the warrior's house.
That has me looking back at my friends again. The Warlock has his hands on the royal guards, bounding.
They can't get themselves out of the transparent spell that temporarily caged them to make them defenseless.
The rest of the warriors dare not to get close to Sidwaz, so they keep Raven kneeling before their lord, Quentin, sitting comfort
