Trial - 2

But before Ewen could speak, the heavy doors of the courtroom burst open with a thunderous crash. The lead judge rose to her feet, outrage etched on her face. "Who dares interrupt these proceedings?" she demanded.

Her words died in her throat as a figure strode into the courtroom. The assembled witches and wizards gasped, some rising to their feet in shock, others shrinking back in their seats.

Through the open doors walked a man whose very presence seemed to bend the fabric of reality around him. He was tall and imposing, with eyes that held the wisdom of centuries and power that crackled in the air around him. His robes, a deep midnight blue adorned with a sword symbol on the back.

Jaegar's eyes widened in recognition and disbelief. He knew this man, or at least knew of him – a figure of legend, whose name was whispered in all of the empire. A figure of both reverence and fear, known to every individual of the empire.

Blade Sovereign Gawter Mersius.