Godfrey stood in a desolate chamber.
The once bright chamber was now dim; the pillars were broken, some lying on the floor.
The walls were marred with cracks, and the stone throne was split into two as if the chamber had suffered from an earthquake.
Debris and stones were everywhere.
With slow steps, he walked up to the wall which had lots of carvings and writings. The moment he touched it, the wall cracked, a section of it fell, revealing the stone behind.
Just then, motes of golden light appeared at the throne and began to multiply. As they did, the pillars went back into place; debris, stones, cracks, everything, returned to where they belonged, and the golden motes finally coalesced into Mountain.
After being reformed, the Knight-Captain fell on one knee, lowering his head.
"Forgive my loss, Duke of the Sun."
Godfrey averted his eyes from the huge knight on his knees to the wall, which was now brand new. He sighed in relief as he wiped his eyes.
