Hero worship had turned to hatred in Iagon’s heart. He wanted Tsu’gan to pay the dearest price for betraying him.
Ascending a rocky stair, Tsu’gan entered a small amphitheatre. It was meant to be a sacred place; only the Firedrakes or those destined to become one were allowed to set foot on this part of Nocturne. Iagon cared not. He was not followed, nor seen. He had to see this.
Ominous thunder shook the open structure into which Tsu’gan had disappeared and a flash of light blazed out from it and then died as the teleporter was activated and Tsu’gan was on Nocturne no longer.
Iagon sat for a while, allowing the after-flare to fade from his vision, when he heard a pattering on the ground and thought it was rain. When he saw the pool of redness at his feet, he realised it was blood, dripping onto the ground from his clenched gauntlets. He’d seized his fists so tightly that he’d pierced them and dug into flesh.
He blinked, not seeing his own blood there for a moment, but the blood of others… Iagon tried to wipe it clean but it clung to him and spread instead.
Frantic now, slowly coming unhinged, a plaintive wail emitted from his mouth and he fled. Only one thing would calm his dark soul. It yearned within him. A single thought.
Vengeance.
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