This man was not worthy was the thought that floated in Indigo's head as the helm of Sanya sat and negotiated with the envoys of the Einherjer.
Jamal did not know the thoughts that were privy to this Chief Strategist's mind, neither did he care for it. He had spread his divine sense all over Sanya but there was no trace of Xaloc.
He hid the sadness in his eyes as one of the army tacticians bent over to whisper something to him about the counter proposal over their alliance with Sanya and Jamal nodded.
Four days ago, the seal over Vahalla had been broken and Jamal had rushed to Atlantis. He had rushed only to see Xaloc in blood-soaked clothes, slaughtering people by the numbers and his eyes, they were so cold, so full of hatred.
