Erick POV

There is something in the air. I can see several clouds forming in the skies, there is a storm to come and it's not just any storm, the people know, they can feel it in their bones and I can feel the apprehension through the bond I have through my subjects.

I take a deep breath and despair because I know why and want to stop this from becoming even bigger proportions. What I intend to do is something I can't remember any human ever achieving, not having a Harp.

I move away from the window and sit in the middle of the room, beginning to echo in...