As they walked out of the side hall, Sol caught one final glimpse of Elder Thorne. The man was like he had seen a ghost. The very man who had been so full of smooth, serpentine logic minutes ago was now drained of all color, his skin looking like grey parchment, was now staring at the empty pedestal where his political future had just been incinerated.
Beside him, Korash was a portrait of absolute, venomous envy. He was still on his knees, his expensive robes tattered and stained with soot. His fists were buried deep in the obsidian dust, his knuckles white, his shoulders shaking with a silent, murderous rage. He didn't look like a warrior; he looked like a predator that had just seen its territory claimed by a superior beast.
…
But it was the world outside the doors that truly changed.
