Keris Vorn arrived at Drak'thar with blood on her uniform.
Not her own.
"Valorin has gone too far," she said, stepping through the dimensional gate. Behind her, two Tribunal guards supported a wounded third—a woman with a Valorin insignia carved into her armor, still breathing, barely.
Lord met her in the courtyard. "What happened?"
"Valorin declared my faction enemies of cosmic order. He tried to arrest me. My guards resisted." She looked at the wounded woman. "She was his. She defected during the fighting. Said she couldn't follow orders anymore."
Uru moved to the wounded woman's side. Her hand glowed with the gold-green light of her primordial healing.
"She'll live," Uru said after a moment. "But she needs rest."
"Take her inside," Owen said. "Leah, find her a room."
Leah nodded and guided the wounded operative toward the palace.
