Undercurrents

"Brother badur" Carlson walked forward and shook Leon firmly. Once he appeared at the gate, he knew it was Leon.

Sadly, Leon was too quick to act and had Arian beat up the guards before he could step in. Before he knew it, Leon was knocking on his father's door.

"Uhhhhhh, what's going on Down here?" The first thing that came to mind was this question. This wasn't a normal black smiths' smithy. It looked like some mass production operation.

Leon's mind was going wild with possibilities.

"Ehhhh, it's nothing serious" Carlson was not at liberty to explain…though he would come to understand sooner or late.

The undercurrents of duan city were massive. Like a massive cooking pot about to burst, or a volcano about to erupt.

The warlocks were increasing in number and power, and the mages couldn't allow it. They knew in due time there would be a decisive battle. One that would determine who would helm over duan city.