The ancient elf was still rigid, his veins still bulging at his temples, his composure completely shattered in ways that Sariel clearly didn't realize were visible.
The ancient elf's consciousness seemed to be fragmenting under the weight of something that transcended shock.
'He knows something,' Maelor observed, his perception sharpening as he studied Sariel's physical manifestations. 'He recognizes her. He knew her before she died. Before she was resurrected by...'
The realization struck Maelor with the force of a sharpened blade falling through silk.
'...By Jack Kaiser. By the Soul Warden himself.'
Sariel's jaw was clenched so violently that his ancient face seemed to reshape itself. His eyes flickered across the scrying mirrors with the intensity of someone attempting to process information that transcended his entire centuries-long understanding of strategic reality.
