The Throne Room was a cacophony of chaos and horror.
Those who had somehow regained themselves had already darted to the Iron doors while those who couldn't remained stuck in the phase of dread that watched through them.
The Trial had escalated far beyond human control, and now, the matter could no longer be withheld through normal means.
This was the stage set for those above and beyond.
The Heads of the Households whose bravado was enough to face the Great Being with a straight face and steady arms.
Confidence or stupidity, they did not care, but their lives? Nothing was more important.
"The doors!"
A noble, a man of prestige and dignity in his attire, had tugged at the doors with the Guards' assistance from the sides.
Something had gone amiss with their escape contingency… and it would stir the turn of events at a rather horrific pace.
"They aren't opening?!"
"What's going on?!"
"Move it, already!"
"Move! Move!"
