Part 2

The Royal Garrison, meanwhile, was in a panic from the exploding detection runes. The mages who had crafted them were either incapacitated or outright killed from the overload of being in proximity of Vordea. Most of the mages who hadn’t crafted any runes could feel the presence coming up the pass and were screaming about the end of days.

“What the hell is going on?” the Commander yelled as he entered the command room. “I get woken up by a terrified messenger, and when I open the front door of the garrison, people are clawing their eyes out in terror.”

“There’s something coming up the pass, Sir!” one of the sentries said, shaking. “I’m only a hedge mage so I can’t really feel it, but Sir, I don’t like whatever I’m feeling!” the sentry was on the floor, trembling like a scared child. “It’s like a great beast, not even Sirene Ignitis gives off this aura.”

The Commander knelt down next to the shaking sentry. “Soldier, I’m not exactly sure how magic works, I wasn’t chosen to lead for my magical ability. But I’m going to believe you. Do we have any confirmed visuals that something is there?”

“We know it’s not a dragon, Sir.” one of the few sane mages replied, as he slowly rocked back and forth. “The draconic detection runes are the only ones that haven’t exploded.” he was slowly breathing in and out to calm himself. “The magic they’re giving off seems almost... primal.” he suddenly jolted upright and looked at the door. “No. It couldn’t be. No. Please no. Commander, they’re here.” he said, pointing a trembling hand at the front door of the garrison. The door creaked open, and there stood the unmistakable figure of a being from myth; Vordea.