The Citadel was unfathomably quiet.
Quiet in the way that places became quiet after violence had finished speaking and left nothing behind but the memory of what it had said. Ash still drifted across the white stone of the Covenant in grey flakes that caught the light Damian's solar form continued to cast, and the kneeling thousands of Dominion warriors pressed their knees into that ash without complaint because the alternative to kneeling had been demonstrated with a thoroughness that left no room for misunderstanding!
Damian floated grandly above it all and looked at the scene below him, and it didn't make him feel good.
