Jared owed Onneas a debt of friendship. He would not allow treachery to swallow them.
Reading Jared‘s grim expression, Immortal Lord Nimbus stammered, "I-I have told you everything. Matters of the overlord of Third Hall lie far above a servant like me..."
"I know," Jared said with a curt nod, conceding the point while his eyes hardened with decision.
He lifted one hand. A tongue of internal flame unfurled, white at its heart, violet at its edges. Before Immortal Lord Nimbus could gasp, the flame folded around him like a blooming flower.
A single scream knifed through the silence, then was gone.
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