While the combat continued, above the melee, on an obsidian ledge overlooking the immense central hall, a solitary silhouette stood motionless. Kris observed the carnage with icy detachment. His hair floated in the burning air current.
Kris did not need to raise his greatsword to clear a path. The aura he emanated, saturated with power, had become a force of nature in itself. Any Spectrum member who tried to approach him, whether out of fanaticism or desperation, ended up instantly flattened against the basaltic ground by unbearable pressure. For the boldest, the heat emanating from his body was such that their tunics ignited before they could even ready a blow. Without lifting a finger, Kris let death spread around him, his amber eyes fixed on a single target below: Kaiser.
He had concealed his presence from ordinary magical senses, staying at a respectable distance, observing the group at work.
