They hurried away from the hall, moving as fast as they could. The guards and attendants that were outside the hall had all disappeared, and the night was cold and dark.
The darkness was like a shroud that covered everything, and the silence felt alive around them.
"Where are all the guards?" Harkon asked. He held two swords in his hands, and his eyes flickered as he searched the darkness for what might appear.
Lyra shook her head. "I don't know. Something horrible must have happened. We should have seen them. Do you notice the unnatural darkness and silence everywhere?"
Vacuse was thinking hard because right then, he felt as if the hall was even safer than the outside. Where is Zorathian? He should have led the Dragon Guards out by now.
An uncomfortable feeling settled in his stomach.
Was the Commander dead already? Or...
Vacuse's eyes narrowed.
They hurried along when, immediately, a voice came to them in the dark. "My Lord! You're okay!"
They stopped walking.
