Blood would quickly be spilled — more than there already turned into.

Down the hallway, footsteps echoed, heavy and fast. Kylie’s father became a man pushed by means of desperation now, worry gnawing at his every decision. His grip on electricity, as soon as iron-clad, became slipping away like sand between his palms. Lysander’s name despatched chills down his spine, and Lysander’s navy changed into marching proper through his front gates.

The guards at the doorway stood ...