Vryndall City found itself in chaos. Normally, such an attack would instantly alert the ruling family who would then contact the Windwards for support.
However, the Covenant had prepared thoroughly. Miasma Net—a sophisticated spell array designed to render all forms of communication within the city useless—had been activated. The complex magical construct required substantial materials and preparation time, but its effectiveness justified the investment.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" an excited voice said, gray eyes gleaming as their owner frolicked around the observation platform.
Jack looked at her with undisguised disgust.
"You have twisted taste as always, Lyra," he said, his eyes narrowing at the spectacle of destruction below.
Lyra tilted her head, her platinum blonde hair shifting in perfect contrast against her black robes. The movement highlighted her most distinctive feature—grey eyes that contrasted against her bright hair.
