The county of Barok'jnar was visible from miles away—or rather, the battle raging within it was.
Even from their altitude, flying high above the landscape on Ba'narussa's back, Jaenor could see the flashes of origin energy lighting up the valley like a storm contained within mountain walls. Explosions bloomed in brilliant colors—silver, crimson, deep purple—each one marking a clash of tremendous power.
"There," Morgana said, pointing toward the valley's center. "That's where the fighting is concentrated."
Jaenor's enhanced vision focused on the details. The county seat was a fortified town built around a central keep, positioned strategically where two rivers converged. Strong walls, defensible positions, good lines of sight—everything a military commander would want.
And it was currently being torn apart.
