Everyone's expression was solemn after Arya finished speaking.
Even the waves beneath them seemed to lose their rhythm, as if pausing out of reverence. The purple-gold glow of the Sea of Thalassara reflected against the still air, its beauty muted by the weight of what had just been shown.
But the tiny figure floating before them, this little girl wrapped in starlight and soft cloth, did not stop.
"Haaah…" Arya sighed, puffing out her cheeks just a little as she waved her small hand. Another illusory screen bloomed behind her, silver-green light dancing with ethereal weight as she said with somber finality, "That's not all."
The screen flickered.
A vast, starlit battlefield appeared. King Edmond stood at its center, tall and lean, robes of ivory threaded with writhing Living Script that moved like serpents under his skin. Behind him were the mirror-faced soldiers, but they did not move. All attention was fixed on the horror he summoned.
