Far from Celestine's base, in a dead city that had become one of my territories, Tyrant stood atop a crumbling building. His coal-like eyes glowed dimly as he gazed westward—toward where I was.
My summons traveled through the air, like an unheard voice rippling through waves of energy. And Tyrant responded.
With a slow motion, he raised his left hand. From the shadows of the ruined building, four cloaked figures emerged—Witches. Their dresses were pure white, given by me. Their bodies hunched, yet radiated a dark, magical aura. Soon after, five more figures followed—Hunters, with slender bodies, sharp eyes, and movements as swift and silent as shadows slipping between the light.
They all stood before Tyrant, silent and awaiting orders.
"Go. Meet the Queen," Tyrant said in a deep but calm voice. "You are the fastest. I'll remain here to lead this territory."
