Dad wasn't alone, I could tell even as I passed through the doors to his throne room others lingered with him. The echoing sounds of voices carried, as low as they were and I identified three familiar forms as my feet carried me forward, toward them. But it wasn't just the sound of them speaking in the pale gloom. Their emotional unrest woke the mist and Chaos herself as I strode with what I hoped looked like firm purpose toward the throne dais.

Kael stood with Dad. And, with ...