A crowd gathered around the throne room. They peeked behind a throne, seeing a figure sitting.
"This may be our only chance," one whispered. His voice sounded young, high and uneven, like a teenager's, but deep enough to be an adult.
"How do we know if it's a decoy?" another asked. Her voice sounded smooth as honey, and as soft as a blanket.
"Hayze would never descend from his throne. For Thronsumma holds immense knowledge. Knowledge that Hayze slaughtered for," A third voice informed. His voice sounded scratchy, as if he swallowed nails.
"Regardless, this can be our one opportunity,