"Zan'el is inconceivably powerful." Sol announced to his closest allies and friends in a large meeting room, heading a large rectangular table with ikaris on his right wit Dina and Arla next to him. "That is what Rasha told me."
"Rasha Silva." Ikaris's hand balled into a fist smashing the glass in her grasp when she thought of the way the woman had looked at her. "As Zan'el's Godslayer, she is also at fault for the death of my Mother and Father, I wish I had seen her last moments, the terror in her eyes when she realised her life had come to an end, the last breath she took before she went to hell..."
"Ikaris." Dina nudged her waking her from what looked like a trance to everyone else as her hair shimmered between black and white, rising and falling hypnotically to the beat of her heart."Calm down."
