Each seat in the round table was several hundred feet apart. At this time, inside the sacred hall, there were only the two, nephew and uncle.
Even though elder Ronan had slapped the living daylights out of Skar's face, the latter hadn't retaliated, and in truth, he did not react whatsoever.
Instead, his gaze was attracted away from Ronan's figure and toward the center of the round table, toward the world-peering orb.
Ronan took a random seat and looked into the world-peering orb as well. This was something he had grown accustomed to. Every time Skar lost himself, this was the best remedy.
Skar's expression was part cruel, part something else. This time, when he saw the scenes within the world-peering orb, a strange emotion settled in the depths of his eyes.
The world-peering orb showed the scenes of a mortal elven girl with yellow gold hair and bright, green eyes.
