The chandelier that would have held the light of the room was dark then. A few candles flitted at the edge of the throne and along the carpeted walk that lead up to it. The majority of the light in the chamber came from the painted windows lining the high walls, the largest among them the one facing out towards the east directly behind the throne itself. That window at least held the sense of triumph: it depicted the banishing of shadow, the Highlord’s nimbus raised to banish a dark figure in mocking shape of a man. In the red light of the setting sun, the depiction took a more ominous shape, casting the three men in the chamber, one of whom sat on the singular marble throne in the room, in a bloody glow.
Holy King Dello Braum III sat regally on his throne, thumbing the graying beard he w
