Solomon heard many voices arguing all at once. Though he could not make out any faces or bodies amidst the white static that filled his vision.
"No! She's a cheat! A cheat! It's not fair!"
"It doesn't matter. We are oath-bound."
"Curses... curses..!"
"It is for the best. Perhaps with this new host we may finally exact our revenge on the betrayers."
"Or we will fail as the others have, and become docile hounds that serve at the behest of their wearers!"
"If that is to happen, so be it. We no longer control our own destinies, and we haven't ever since we let that-"
"Shh... He's listening."
Solomon felt his skin prickle.
He was acutely aware of the fact that he was being stared at. But by whom, he could not say.
He only knew that there were many of them. Too many for him to realistically count.
At last, he heard a voice that he knew for certain was speaking to him.
