The calm words echoed across the Horizon as the System Oath took root.
Countless individuals, even those formerly not paying attention or who weren't roped into this matter in the first place, found themselves looking up into the skies.
As for those that were having images of Earth projected to them, all they saw was a young man calmly adjusting the wraps around his fists and wrists, rolling up his sleeves and tightening one before doing the same with the other.
He stood there as though it wasn't he who had spoken the words at all, and he dressed as though he were going into a business meeting rather than a battle for the future of his planet.
And yet, all Xalor could seem to see was the shattered decree. His eyes watched the dispersing motes of light, the co-opting of his people's treasure to send a message that co-signed their humiliation.
And then he finally seemed to see Sylas himself.
