The walk to the Solar Hall was silent, but nothing about it was calm.
The air around Strax still seemed to reverberate with the echoes of the miracle he had performed. Each step sounded muffled, as if the echoes of the world had fallen silent to listen to him pass. Even the soldiers guarding the golden gates of the north hill made way without a word. No orders were given. Only silence and wide eyes.
Cristine and Yennifer walked beside him. Cristine with a frown and her eyes alert for any sign of weakness. Yennifer, completely silent, but with her hands ready to draw any weapon the situation demanded.
The Solar Hall rose up in translucent columns of enchanted glass, sparkling with natural light even at night. It was the ceremonial and political center of Eldoria, and rarely received visitors without warning. That night, however, the doors were open. As if they were already waiting for him.
