The trial swallowed them whole, and as it did Clayton could not help but think indignantly. 'Resolving a conflict?'
He gritted his teeth. 'That's supposed to be the work of Judges'.
'I'm an Awakened!'
'Heck, I've never even seen a real life Judge once. During my time, only the rich had the luxury of visiting the court of law'.
'So why?!'
'Just why do I have to resolve a conflict like a Judge?'
The floor dropped.
Stone shattered, light fractured, and alongside the other Rootsite warriors, Clayton plunged headlong into the abyss.
There was no sense of falling, only tearing.
It felt like threads were being pulled loose from a tapestry, whether the tapestry of time or fate, no one knew as their bodies unraveled, scattered into currents of memory not their own.
'Maybe a tapestry of memory?'
This trial reminded Clayton of the very first Verdant Apostate that he met, the one with the Echoes of Ruin Aspect.
As his thoughts wandered, then just as suddenly, they hit ground.
Thud!
