(Elena's POV)
BOOOOM—BOOOOM—BOOOOM!
The deep, rumbling roar of the ancient dragon horn echoes three times across the entire horizon, signaling an immediate, high-level emergency threat.
The sound bounces off the massive stone walls, instantly sending a wave of urgency through the streets below.
It's already evening, and the sky is bruising into a dark, angry purple.
Trying to spot the oncoming storm clouds is going to be completely impossible soon as night takes over.
Outside, Grandmaster Eldric has already dispatched elite troops on horseback to forcefully recall and bring back the traders and farmers who had left the empire gates earlier this noon.
Within minutes, the royal decree echoes through every sector: No one is permitted to leave the protection of the empire walls.
After leaving a tearful Mirael in Elin's safe hands, I quickly follow the others.
