When Eamon came back to his senses, his vision was blurry and dust filled the air. Most of his men were down, and he himself was only standing because something was protecting him, and those very close to him.
He blinked to get his senses working again. "Chen?"
"I'm here! Father, what happened?"
The room had been half destroyed, and some of Garran's men were dead.
"I....don't know," Eamon admitted as he swallowed, his gaze going down to the ring in his right hand. The ring was made of normal metal, but it was worn with age, and the one green gem on it was dull and lifeless.
"What is this? Something that can block my attack?" WaterLord Freya sounded genuinely shocked. "Garran, you did not tell me that you have something that interesting here."
Garran was looking quite surprised as well. The half shield of ice he had conjured earlier disappeared. "Well...."
Just then, the dust in the room settled, and they all saw what blocked her attack.
It was a head.
