A crazed smile, hidden from those below by the angle of his face, slowly spread across Dawncrest's features.
"This manor belongs to him, does it not?" he whispered.
Under the confused gazes of everyone present, Dawncrest raised his hands and began casting a spell.
Mana surged violently around him, and flames began to gather overhead, twisting into a growing sphere of fire.
At first, it was only about the size of someone's head, but it quickly dwarfed Dawncrest himself, quickly becoming the size of a small house.
The massive fireball continued to expand, burning so brightly that from the ground, it seemed to dwarf the sun itself.
Its violent red light bathed the upper district, casting menacing shadows and distorted silhouettes across the nearby buildings, objects, and gathered crowd.
Gale's mouth fell open as he gazed at this shocking scene. The Duke could not be intending to do what he thought he was about to do.
Could he?
