Ervin followed close, his expression filled with awe. His mage's cloak dragged against the floor, each step sending waves of silver light spiraling outward. He lowered his gaze often, uncertain if he was worthy of walking such a place. Beside him Ren walked.
Behind them, Kairn moved like a shadow given form. His boots touched the glowing stone without sound, his posture straight, his eyes sharp, as though he were not entering a hall but measuring every corner of a battlefield.
At the center, Veylan walked with unhurried grace, the servants lowering their heads further as he passed. His robe shimmered faintly in the light, marking him not only as master of wealth but as one who carried presence that needed no voice.
