Councilor Morgant stood in the center of the chamber, his suit untouched by the dust of the collapsing palace, his shadow stretching long over the rows of houses black blade weapons. He didn't answer immediately; he simply looked at the two boys.
Only minutes ago, the chaos in the halls had been total. Sairant had been lagging behind, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Go!"
Sairant shouted to the Verdantwings and his Silverspine members.
"I can handle the injured on my own! Don't wait for me!"
He shoved a group of panicked courtiers toward a hidden escape tunnel. Luavier hesitated for a heartbeat, eyes flicking back to his friend.
"Focus on the armory!"
Sairant urged, a desperate grin tugging at his face.
"Get the Black Blades. I'll follow once the injured are safe. We need those swords if we're going to survive the Gigante!"
