Kentamin had been spared the chaos from the bomb, but it did not save his eyes from taking in the overwhleming sight of the aftermath as the Hellvion castle began to crumble. Once a sturdy structure of stone, now crumbled on one side, taking grand spires along with it and kicking up a swelling sea of dust.
Rodderick, unbeknowest to him, found the perfect artery to make his assault- and though the Grand Duke did bleed for it, he did not take a fall nearly as grand as what fate had in store for the northern duchy. The screams were almost too much to bear, and as he found himself being pulled into the swell of chaos that sent him into a fever, he turned to the stable to see a figure disappear within.
Constance Carwick.
A cold determination set within his eyes. He couldn't believe what she had done. And to think he had fallen into sin with her. What a weak fool! Angsar forgive him and give him strength that he needed!
Long legs pulled him along, where hard muscles were beginning to form from the long journey he had begun when becoming another peg int he wheel of war. And though he felt his strength returning with each step he took,upon nearly reaching the stable, he was still not mentally prepared to see...
her.
His heart froze in his breast, as he paused in midrun to scream, "CONSTANCE! STOP!" And his voice carried like a lion's roar over the cries of chaos.