He could only come to the conclusion of them coming here, right in this instant.
But soon his doubts would be confirmed.
"But why are they—"
"Go," Jaegar interrupted, summoning his power.
The air around his hands began to shimmer with heat.
"Now!"
Melusina hesitated only for a moment before turning and running toward the street that would lead her to the inn.
As she fled, Jaegar raised his hands, channelling a burst of pure arcane energy toward the rooftops—not an attack, but a signal, bright as a flare, to alert the witch spire.
If they were to know that something were happening in the city, they wouldn't sit quietly.
Just by looking at the arcane energy around the two figures, Jaegar could tell that he was no match for even a single one of them.
They were at the level of Wi'thas, the one who he faced before.
Elsbeth's laugh echoed across the square, a sound like ice cracking. "How considerate of you to announce yourself, young prince of chaos."
