The light flashed before both their eyes, Lord Raegon grinning like a crazed fellow while Damien frowned. He seemed... frustrated.
Boooooooom!!
The explosion ripped through the upper floor of the castle like a hammer made of flame.
A blinding surge of crimson and orange burst outward, engulfing tapestries, splintering furniture, and reducing the arched ceiling to screaming embers.
Windows shattered. Walls cracked. The pressure wave surged downward like a fist from the gods.
In the grand hall below, one of the marble support pillars snapped, crashing into a crowd of guests with a thunderous roar.
"Ahhhhh!!" Screams erupted.
Goblets clattered. Dust filled the chamber as nobles stumbled over fallen debris, their once-pristine garments stained with soot and blood.
Three were dead.
The string quartet had stopped playing.
