Winter's Edge
Elante looked down at the ruined Black Iron Fort with rage and anger in his eyes. His fists were clenched tight and a vein pulsed on his forehead.
Black Iron Fort was located within the Greenhill Duchy of Rivera. The one who presided over this Duchy was none other than Elante, which meant that this attack was a direct slap to his face and dignity. If he did not make these rebels pay, then he would not be able to stand proud before the other council members.
"Insolent fools! I told Alvar to deal with you long ago!" Elante's voice boomed through the skies as he raised his hands up. The sky darkened all of a sudden and clouds began to gather while lightning flashed. He held up his hand and a bolt of lightning descended into his open palm, condensing to form a spear that was two meters long and made out entirely of lightning.