The sting of death was still on Altair's breath as he absently stared at the young noble before him—Sven Loregale. He had gotten too comfortable, too prideful in his power. And it had nearly gotten him killed. It was almost a miracle he survived. In that infinitesimal instant where life led to death, Raven's aura surrounded him, and he was by her side. Teleported in the same manner of distortion in which he can summon his Forsaken.