The Outer Ring was in disarray. The voices had echoed throughout the city as if being amplified somehow.
Instead of coming from some sort of speaker, the voices seemed to speak directly into Elsyia's ears.
Glancing around, she could see that the same was happening for everyone else too.
Ronin was fearful. He recognized the voices. "The Royals," she heard him whisper.
Varek was sitting, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep. What was wrong with that man?
Lucian held his fingers to his ears, as if the voices were stabbing his eardrums. In a way, that was sort of what it felt like.
"They want us to bend the knee?" Elysia asked. "Bastards. They know we won't be doing that."
"What demons are they talking about?" Lucian asked.
