Thora stared at the devastation in front of her with a conflicted look.
The night air was cold, chilly. The silence of the night had shattered, replaced by an unending chorus of shouts and panic.
’This is insane.’
Earlier, she had been in one of the will guard temples in the main base, ’praying’ when an alarm had blared, signaling a threat.
Thora wasn’t a devout believer, at least not yet. But she believed that it was important to keep up appearances, especially in a rigid environment like the will guard.
Also, she had been curious to see if acting like a believer would truly make her one.
Regardless, even she had been surprised at the haste at which she left the temple. The thrill had gotten to her, she realized.
She had joined the will guard for years now, but rarely did anything occur.
Upon reaching outside, she had been shocked to find out that the threat was closer than she thought. Right in front of their base.
And not just that, the battle was already over. What was left behind was a wasteland of crumpled buildings and scattered debris.
The other initiates and even many wardens had taken to the streets, intent on locating the group that had dared to wreck such devastation around the will guard main base.
Thora had resolved to stay behind. Rather than go on an obvious goose chase, she was more interested in figuring out what occurred here. Who caused this?
’They used a barrier.’
This assumption was the only logical one. Otherwise, it was impossible for the base not to notice a fight of this magnitude until it was over.
’I need to find out what’s going on.’
Thora’s curiosity had gotten the better of her. She had perched herself high on a tall broken building, overlooking the wasteland.
Her eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for her targets. It soon settled on two figures.
’I knew it.’
In her years of joining the will guard, this past week had been the most thrilling. First had been the call at the gilded debt, where she had witnessed that anomaly.
The boy that had fought two freaking sentinels, and still lived to tell the tale.
It was the same sentinels that Thora had now focused on. They stood in the middle of the wasteland, clearly engaged in a conversation.
’Is it you again?’ Thora had been pulled, drawn, awed, when she met the boy’s eyes. She knew instinctively that he would give her the thrill she needed.
’I need to hear what they’re saying.’
Thora’s eyes suddenly flashed brown, and she felt her awareness submerged into the ground. It spread, until the whole wasteland was covered.
’Good.’ Thora was glad that they hadn’t bothered to protect their conversation. She listened carefully.
"...they’ve escaped. What now?" one was saying.
"We keep searching and never stop unless we find them. The Judicator doesn’t accept failure."
A tense silence settled on both.
Thora sucked in a cold breath. ’Judicator...’
If the sentinels were legends, the Judicators were titans. According to what she knew, they were located as high as the crown.
Above the verge and span! They were the overseers of large clusters of worlds and were responsible for passing verdicts in high profile cases.


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