For the next forty-five minutes, Kael did something he would normally consider far more difficult than facing twelve hundred dead soldiers marching toward him.
He waited.
He was not standing still, exactly.
He helped Sylphie remove the organization's agents from the hall, forced Varon to remain under containment beside the others, and followed two conversations at once through the crystals while Irelia rebuilt Meridia's legal continuity document by document.
Even so, every time the image of the First Regiment appeared advancing along the old roads, with hundreds of bodies made from different bones maintaining the same perfect cadence, his instincts insisted they should already be there.
Irelia would not allow it.
"If you leave before I finish and this structure decides Meridia is still the capital of Vael, everything we did with Aldren may lose its value."
Kael leaned against a column with his arms crossed.
"I didn't say anything."
