The Divine Throne's halls were quiet. Dead soldiers and priests lay scattered along the passage, their blood coating the floor in dark, almost black puddles. The corpses bore grievous wounds from a spear, many killed so brutally and quickly that their frozen expressions hadn't even registered fear.
"Looks like Grace already came through," Verity said softly. She poked at a nearby corpse, which simply collapsed into ash. "Damn, she really held nothing back."
I nodded, biting my lip. I only hoped she'd been a little kinder to whoever was inside the library, if he was even still alive. I bit my lip a little harder at the thought.
"I can't sense anything," Verity said, looking up at the great doors of the library.
