For whatever reason Damon could not focus, yet the Trial of Truth had carved a strange clarity into his mind.
That clarity was why he now stood before the sleeping Mirror Seraph, its glassy body rising and falling in slow breaths that made faint ripples across its reflective skin. The stillness of the creature mirrored the hall around it, a hall where every sound seemed to echo twice.
A deep unease curled inside him whenever he thought about Lazarak's authority. The realization that peace could be forced with such domineering power disturbed him more than he wanted to admit.
When he had invoked Serenity, the Mirror Seraph had not accepted peace. It had been compelled into it, its will crushed beneath Lazarak's nature.
'How is this any different from the domination attribute?' he muttered inwardly while studying the creature's slumbering form.
