Damon had barely reached the banquet hall when suddenly a deep horn blared in the distance. Then another. Then three more sounded, echoing through the palace corridors.
Lysandra's head snapped toward the sound. All color drained from her face. Others looked equally shocked. The entire banquet hall became abruptly silent.
"That's the northern watch," Someone shouted. "They would not sound the war horns unless…"
A second wave of horns roared, louder this time, closer. The stone beneath their feet trembled faintly.
Damon did not hesitate. He turned and strode toward the massive doors of the hall, pushing them open with a single motion. The corridor outside was already in chaos. Servants were running. Guards were shouting orders. Armored captains were sprinting toward the outer ramparts.
So they had not waited. Of course they hadn't. If it was Damon, he would have also made this move. Mana gathered beneath his feet and he Blinked.
