Inner City

I was no longer running through the city, but levitating. The city of Feign had always been surging with magical energies, aiding the use of any and all types of magic: making it the best place for a practitioner to bolster his powers. A fight with Xanth would be interesting... but I'd rather not risk it until I get to the castle.

Suddenly, two things happened. The Amostgrad opened fire down on me: light shells, the kind that wouldn't harm civilians. But as for a denizen of the dark such as my self... I began to move more quickly, dashing along the streets and avoiding incoming bullets. But if that weren't enough, something truly amazing happened. The earth began to quake and magic energy of epic proportions began to pour from the castle, obliterating my troops entirely and rebuilding the outer wall. The magic targeted me too, but it's user must not know much about the trinket to attempt to destroy me with it. I sneered greatly. This is good. So long as Xanth does not prove to be an annoyance until I get to the castle, the Eye would be mine.

Voices all around the city yelled my name in anger: in hate. But so many more of them screamed in terror and held silent contempt for me and my army. Some of them weren't even aware of who I am.

But they soon will, I thought to myself, dashing past the bullets of the Amostgrad and passing unfazed through the magics of the Eye.