Atlas followed the two guards down the wide corridor without a word. Their armor clinked softly with each step, white plates etched with faint runes that glowed under the overhead lights.
No one had explained the summons. They had simply appeared at the edge of the training grounds where he had been running solo drills, said "The Council requires your immediate presence," and waited for him to fall in line.
He kept his hands loose at his sides. The Amrit sat heavy in the inner pocket of his coat, wrapped in a suppression cloth he had rigged himself.
It hadn't pulsed or leaked power since he claimed it, but he still checked every few minutes to make sure the cloth was tight. One slip and the entire realm would feel it.
The corridor ended at a set of double doors twice his height. The guards pushed them open and stepped aside. Atlas walked in.
