Syra stepped over the body of a fallen Aethelgard mage and wiped her condensed shadow blade on a torn tapestry. She inspected the center of the iron command room. A massive crystalline array pulsed with white light, projecting a floating magical seal of the Fourth Continent.
"Commander," Syra called out through the open doorway. "They left the main communication line active. This array connects directly to Aethelgard's royal map room."
Iron-Scale walked into the chamber and sheathed his star-iron dagger. He looked at the glowing seal. The projection shifted, resolving into a crisp, three-dimensional image of King Voranthar standing at the head of a crystal table. The King wore an elaborate golden crown and a decorated mantle.
He leaned forward, expecting to see his fortress captain.
Voranthar staggered backward a step when he saw the towering, draconic Kobold staring back at him.
