A pressure fell on top of Grey's shoulders that nearly drove him to his knees.
'Well damn.' Grey cursed.
His luck was really shitty. He could feel that this person wasn't even a member of the imperial family. Where was the justice?
He had seemingly forgotten that he had unleashed a massacre on the entire city.
"Hey, could you give me a minute? I'm clearly busy."
"You killed my disciple."
Grey's lip twitched. This guy was a bit slow in the head, wasn't he? Grey wasn't exactly expecting the guy to actually try and strike up a conversation.
Well, maybe this didn't necessarily count as a conversation.
"Wait! Wait!"
Elowen rushed over some rubble. Her face was still covered in blood, her robes dragging behind her in what had to be two sizes too big still.
"Sir Guardian, please, mercy! It was Zara who attacked Grey first! Mother! Please! Mercy!"
