Jax's POV
A blast rattled through the hall like a train barreling in off the rails. Dust droplets filled the air and everything around when pieces of rock fell down from the ceiling.
I hunched down below the nearest bench, my ribs screaming at this sudden motion but I forced my eyes to stay open. Loud screams echoed.
An elder was supporting his sliced arm where debris had cut him, his expensive robe stained in blood. Another councilor was lying on the floor behind us with his back against the wall, groaning and trying to rise, an embedded piece of shattered glass stone in each palm.
Grit flew into my mouth, and I tasted it. The men of Elias were dispersed around the hall, weapons trained up, it was not their work.
The blast roared from outside the front door, screams after it belonge
