Solomon hears many voices arguing all at once. Though he cannot make out any faces or bodies amidst the white static that fills his vision.
"No! She's a cheat! A cheat! It's not fair!"
"It doesn't matter. We are oath-bound."
"Curses... curses..!"
"It is for the best. Perhaps with this new host we may finally exact our revenge on the betrayer."
"Or we will fail as the others have, and become docile hounds that serve at the behest of their wearers!"
"If that is to happen, so be it. We no longer control our own destinies, and we haven't ever since we let that-"
"Shh... He's listening."
Solomon feels his skin prickle.
He is acutely aware of the fact that he is being stared at. But by whom, he is unsure.
He only knows that there are many of them. Too many for him to realistically count.
And then he hears a voice that he knows for certain is speaking to him.
