There was no movement. Zelpher's clothing was torn almost beyond recognition, blood covering much of his chest. One hand still clutched the remains of a weapon Atheline had never seen him use in his own world.
Dead.
Atheline looked away.
Another body.
Simion.
He was lying on his back several meters away, one arm missing and his armour broken apart across his chest.
Atheline stopped beside him.
"No..."
Simion's eyes were closed, there was no doubt. Atheline continued looking around only to find councillors, soldiers, and people he'd seen arguing inside the throne room only moments earlier.
Dead.
Some had clearly fallen protecting one another, while others had died fighting. Several everal of the bodies were so badly damaged Atheline could identify them only from clothing or weapons.
Then he heard a voice.
"It's finished."
Atheline turned.
Three figures stood near the center of the battlefield; two standing with one kneeling.
Atheline recognized the first immediately.
