Meanwhile…
Suzamete didn't answer. She was too busy looking at everything unfolding. With a glance, she could tell exactly what made the scene before her possible, and it was astonishingly… prophetic. If she drew only the positives from it, she could see it as a sign that her plan was going to work, or at the very least that she was on the right track.
Beyrmir had descended from the skies and crashed right on top of the Doom Knight that the Faction Leaders, the Herald, and the Mages were fighting. His form was immense, mercury bubbling and gurgling over the Undeath creature.
