Ten days had passed since the sky turned black. Jack stood at the edge of Sorne's central square, his arms crossed, watching earth magic reshape reality.
Beneath his feet, he felt the grinding of stone against stone as structures prepared to breach the surface. Loryn stood fifty yards underneath Jack, his hands raised, shadows writhing around his arms.
Dark magic poured from him in visible waves. The garrison emerged first.
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