“How much longer should we wait?” I asked uncomfortably, trying to change the subject. “I know we have to give Pravum some time to respond, but how will we know when—”
A colossal eruption of silver brilliance soared into the sky, painting broad streaks that flared and faded like a daytime firework. The explosive burst was accompanied by a piercing whistle that reverberated across the expanse, prompting us to shield our ears despite our considerable distance from its epicenter.
“That, Chosen One,” Relias shouted, “would be the subtle signal to let us know that Pravum’s army has surged forth from the southern gate in a show of force.”
