Both ends of the domino chain were freefalling like drunks at last call.
One had just clotheslined a body mid-plummet while the other end was accelerating like a bowling ball with anger issues and attached to a woman with, apparently, zero survival instincts.
Telling an Alpha King he isn't one in front of every other Alpha in Nyros with your back turned, sits right on the line between legendary and dumb.
That line was still hanging in the air like smoke from a cannon.
Half the chamber was stuck on mental replay number three, while the other half had finally processed the words and were waiting for someone to yell 'gotcha.'
DOMINO 34: THE TEMP HAS BALLS
GREYHALL CROSSING - COUNCIL CHAMBER - 8:02 PM
The silence around Tharos was the full-service kind that buries a man standing up.
