It happened so fast. Before the young king could react properly and give aid, Edgar had unleashed fire magic. There was no warning and nothing he could do as his horror mounted.

All Tolten could do was fling up his arms to cover his face when flames filled the corridor, trying to protect himself in the confusion. He wished he had his armor, or anything more substantial than the flimsy sleep clothes he was wearing...

And also he prayed that the fire drove Locke back without doing too much damage to him. None of this was his fault, it was those bastards who taunted them over the intercom! Locke shouldn't have to pay for the evil they did, the evil they heaped upon dozens of innocents!

Oh gods above and holy ancestor, the Uhran prayed, let us all come through this. Please.