Although he appeared relatively calm on the surface, Alaric's heart thudded rapidly as multiple thoughts raced through his mind.
For a brief moment, his guard dropped slightly, leaving himself bare as Ulric's piercing eyes saw through his cover and glimpsed his true strength. Or was it?
Whatever the case, he found it amusing that the little brat thought he could outsmart someone who had spent decades refining his craft.
The smug look that followed, as Ulric assumed he had uncovered everything and now stood above him, was mildly entertaining. Clearly the brat was still a little wet behind the ears.
But that hardly mattered now. He had seen the phenomenon. Everyone in Tempest had. He doubted anyone could have missed it even if they tried. The scale had been too massive.
