Chaos still reigned in the Hall of Peace.

Thales stood with his sword in hand, his eyes ablaze, ready to attack. The metal reflected the light of the torches, and the air seemed to vibrate between Tron and Ventor, as if a single spark would be enough to start a war.

On the other side, Balu forced his way in. With each knock on the door, the echo sounded like the harbinger of war. The air was heavy, charged with power and fear.

Muriel, just behind, tried to maintain his ...