"Pomora is dead," Atrox said flatly a moment after.
Tiber and Eryndor turned to him in surprise.
"What are you talking about, my lord?"
Atrox raised his hand, stretching out his palm, and right there on it was a necklace with a flat tip that seemed to carry more enchanted words than it should. "It is tied to my blood as the Clan leader and it will return when a Commander is dead. An automatic recall, if you will."
Tiber became quiet. Even he didn't know what to say. Eryndor didn't give much thought to what they were saying. His attention was on what was going on around them, guarding Atrox in the middle of a war.
"It's too straightforward. The attacks. They know where to go and how," Atrox noted flatly.
He raised the necklace and activated it with his essence. The necklace glowed with a dull brilliance, the words on it shining red as if they were written with molten lava.
