No one moved.
Grey looked from one face to the next, and when he realized that none of them seemed particularly eager to take the halo up on its invitation, he started laughing. It wasn't a quiet chuckle either, it rolled out of him harder and harder until even his shoulders shook, because whether he looked toward the violet-haired little princess from Elowen's enemy Empire, Apollo and his brothers, or the big-headed midget race, their expressions were all almost identical.
Shock, silence, and fear.
The Dormaji had probably benefited more from the halo's blessing than anyone else here, with the sole exception of the Elemental, and it had still been dismantled so easily that the fight barely deserved to be called one. Numbers meant absolutely nothing if the people adding to those numbers were too terrified to move.
Grey was still laughing when Veyrath slowly stood.
