The moment the realization of the current situation hit him, Eloit did not hesitate. He scrambled to his feet, abandoning his dignity as a Duke, and sprinted towards the heavy oak doors of his office.
He needed to get out.
He needed to find his wife and his son and escape through the secret tunnels beneath the estate. It would not take long before the populace realized the dragons ravaging the city belonged to him and the other dukes.
There was no explanation he could give, no political spin he could doctor, that would make them understand why his dragons had slaughtered so many innocents.
Even more certain was the riot that would break out any second. The smoke was already rising, and the screams were getting louder.
He just needed to be out of the city for a few days until the heat died down, and then everything else would be alright.
Little did he know, the entire mansion had been surrounded by entities far more terrifying than mere rioters.
