The Celestial Tribunal still hadn't made a move.
The golden encampment stood in silence on the Wastelands, as some sleeping beast sprawled across the plain. A screen of light flashed under the sun, sharp enough to sting the eyes, and nothing beyond it could be seen clearly.
Hadrian stood on the central platform of the camp, looking out into the distance. Lydia stood beside him.
"Malachy isn't coming," Lydia said.
"I know."
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