Snoring

As the blinding light from the runes dimmed, the entire hall fell silent.

Many eyes stared at the spot where Whisker had stood before, each one of their gazes filled with utter disbelief. After everything that had happened, had he really just left like that?

Just like that?

It was insane. It was maddening, infuriating. For a few seconds, no one spoke, with each person processing a different wave of emotions.

For Jenera Flux, the Evolari paragon, though her gaze remained impassive, she was inwardly very pleased by the events.

The Evolari race had always embodied evolution. They loved and hoped for change. To them, the greatest sin in this world was remaining stagnant.

In their belief, there was no such thing as true perfection; change was always needed, and evolution had no limit.

The human domain had remained stagnant, in Eldoralth they had been at the bottom of the power scale for centuries.