Knees already trembling, foreheads pressed flush against the ground, and bodies outright refusing to defy the unspoken command of those standing above them—
That was the current landscape of Wyrmfall.
At that point, they genuinely didn't know how much more terrified they could get.
And yet, when the black dragon continued from his own rhetorical question, they discovered it was apparently still possible to feel the exact moment their blood began to burn.
As though they were being slowly incinerated from the inside out, everyone listened as Riley Hale spoke.
"Ah... a full house of spectators, allies, criminals, and definitely opportunists." Riley's gaze leisurely swept across the battlefield. "With all of you gracing us with your presence, I'd hate to think we went on to announce we'd have a party only to forget about it..."
His brows slowly furrowed as though he were genuinely trying to remember.
