Then the one called Storm King emerged from within. He looked vaguely similar to his guards, though he’d shaved back most of the fluff and didn’t stoop when he walked. The body looked like something that they might’ve engineered for life on some desolate arctic world, except that he clearly wasn’t overheating in the Canterlot sun. And in his hand was a tight silver chain—a chain that led all the way to Flurry Heart’s neck.