Now, the council members were hers to control. It would stay with them for life.
"Kneel."
The council members crashed down to their knees instantly. Anorah stared down at them coldly.
"Don't do anything traitorous to the Resistance," she said coldly, her voice echoing through the world, "or to me. Await further instructions."
"Now," she added, her tone filled with disgust, "get your filthy selves out of my world."
With a flick of her wrist, the portals appeared before them, and one by one, the branded council members and the remnants of their families were swallowed whole.
…
"Tough night?"
From those words, at the very least, Atticus expected a small smile. If he was reaching, he expected the Saint to burst into laughter.
But all he received was an effortless nod.
"It is."
Atticus frowned. The Saint stood at the top of a balcony, overlooking the world below with an emotionless gaze.
"You're still in Logoth."
"I am." Another emotionless response.
