Chrysalis

The Seneschal was a reserved man, usually. In this particular moment, he found he was having difficulty maintaining his smooth-faced facade, such was the anger bubbling away inside him. As he stood in the antechamber within the Great Cathedral, observers noted the man was tapping on his right leg with a single finger, though he seemed unaware of it.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

A regular rhythm for a regular man. The Seneschal represented order, represented stability. To have his gaze fall upon you in anger meant you had disturbed the sacred balance of peace within the Golden City.

One should never disturb the peace within the Golden City.

When at last the door opened and the Grand Priest emerged, radiating satisfaction, the Seneschal finally snapped. With two great strides, he crossed the distance between them and, without warning, sunk his fist deep into the priest’s gut.

Though he wasn’t a low level, far from it, Alir Vinting immediately doubled over, his face twisting in pain as he gasped and spluttered, eventually falling to his knees. The Holy Knights who had escorted him within the building snatched up their weapons and moved to advance, but they halted in their tracks as the Seneschal turned his glare on them.

The urge to spit on the priest, or kick him while he was down, was overwhelming, but with great effort of will, the Seneschal mastered himself and turned his back. To occupy his hands as much as anything else, he smoothed his golden robes and adjusted the sleeves, ensuring no spittle had dirtied the pristine garment.

After a minute of groaning and spluttering, the priest managed to suck in enough air to release a pained chuckle.

“I take it the Child-Emperor was not pleased with my unilateral intervention?”

Another flash of anger seared through the Seneschal, but he let it burn itself out before he replied.

“You have no idea what occurred outside, do you?” he asked.

Alir Vinting, Grand Priest of the Path, shook his head. “I have been concentrating on the extraction ritual, which only just completed,” he said.

sacred Cathedral of his order, but he couldn’t exactly protest the behaviour of the emperor’s Seneschal, even if the man punched him square in the face.

then, before you have had a chance to report to the Cardinals. I suppose they had granted

Alir raised his brows.

Seneschal. Even I would not be so bold

within this city, your superiors include the royal court,

Alir bowed low in his

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gut, “I only intended to

He smiled ingratiatingly.

may, could I enquire as to what occurred outside that has… disturbed

said, “the Child-Emperor

Atreum, but also existed in some form or another across the entirety of Pangera. They were not without power, far from it. Acting against

what you had done,” the Seneschal told him. “Rather quickly too. They found out even before

to shrug. What did it matter if

particular offence at your actions, and decided to attack the

to laugh. He wore the expression of a man who had been told a sheep had attempted to bite the face of a

the offending creature was struck down instantly,” he said, leaning forward in his seat. “Might I inquire as to what

a wealth of knowledge that could be extracted. A pity the experience had already been claimed. How much elixir could they

was indeed struck down,” the Seneschal said, “but only

the Priest realise just how much

if my actions, or those of the church, have led to this painful outcome. My sympathies are with the Child-Emperor at this

it was known he drew his power from the Heart Gold the city itself was made with. To reform himself, the beast needed to draw deep on the energy contained within the metal, weakening it. It

Church of the Path would be blamed for this incident, no matter what he did. Even from the grave, that detestable monster was