Powerful presences—five of them—converging fast. This was no surprise, the moment he peeled away the shroud of his curse—the power that had masked their divine signatures—he knew this would happen.
The Empire's mages had long been hunting, watching, waiting.
They were searching for them, but Ikenga had made sure only he would be found.
A crack of thunder rumbled—not from storm, but from pressure.
The clouds parted with reverent obedience, unveiling five figures descending through the sky like executioners delivered by the heavens.
They floated down in perfect formation, each one radiating vast magical pressure, their robes flickering with runes and enchantments, their presence filling the air itself.
Five sixth-stage goblin mages—some of the Empire's most terrifying spellcasters.
They did not land. They hovered, a deliberate distance away from Ikenga, not out of caution… but because they had no intention of showing respect.
