The heavy oak door to the Prophet's administrative office shattered inward as the splinters of reinforced timber rained across the stone floor.
Elian sat completely still behind his massive desk.
The King of humankind rested his chin heavily on his hands, staring blankly at the ruined entryway.
Warlord Gorak ducked under the doorframe to enter the room. The Obsidian-Claw Troglodyte took up half the office. His bone-plated exoskeleton scraped against the ceiling. He wore his heavy Star-Iron gauntlet on his right arm.
Gorak had traveled from the deep-core sectors of Onyx Hall to the capital for the upcoming war council. He bypassed the strategic command room entirely to conduct a personal wellness check on the Prophet.
Gorak walked over to the desk, cracking the floor slightly beneath his immense weight. He stared down at the depressed, hyper-muscled human priest.
