Far above the battlefield in the valley where gods were reminded of their most primal instincts, the corridors of the palace echoed with footsteps.
A figure walked down the corridor leading to the throne room. The portraits on the walls seemed to look at him with shifty eyes, judging his actions and wishing that he would drop dead.
Of course, the paintings were lifeless, but the man's imagination turned against him.
Severis reached the empty throne room, where he had conversed with his lord numerous times before. He stood at the same spot he always did, but his face this time was filled with fear, guilt, and hesitation.
He remembered the day before, when he was still looking through the valley for any citizens that might need rescuing. Like a bolt of lightning, the vision seized him where he met with Herlixion.
