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.

him about within the sacred Cathedral of his order, but he couldn’t exactly protest the behaviour of the emperor’s Seneschal, even if the man punched him

to the Cardinals. I suppose

Alir raised his brows.

so bold as

Seneschal replied mildly, “you would recall that within this city, your superiors include the

bowed low in

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despite the radiating pain through his gut, “I only intended to say I would not act

He smiled ingratiatingly.

I enquire as to what

Child-Emperor is not

was a welcome and esteemed friend of Atreum, but also existed in some form or another across the entirety of Pangera. They were not without power, far from it. Acting against the will of the

quickly too. They found out even before the Court. We aren’t sure

suppressed the urge to shrug. What did it

at your actions, and

who had been told a

said, leaning forward in his seat. “Might

the body, there would be a wealth of knowledge that could be extracted. A pity the experience had already been claimed. How much elixir could they extract from such

said, “but only after it forced Rammon

did the Priest realise just how much danger he was in. Immediately, he bowed his head

my actions, or those of the church, have led to this painful outcome.

was known he drew his power from the Heart Gold the city itself was made with. To reform himself, the beast needed to

blame onto the ants themselves, Alir knew it was useless. The Church of the Path would be blamed for this incident, no matter what he did. Even from