Aren tried to struggle out of the shadow binding, but it was far too strong, and the shadows refused to listen to him, as if the power of shadow had been stripped away from him. The scene of the throne room suddenly changed from the old forgotten place to a courtroom full of life, and at the throne sat the one before him in all regal majesty.
Aren and the one before stood beside, unseen by those in the courtroom as they watched what was happening. Inside the throne room were over a hundred shadows with their knees bent to the one before. They were not like the shadows Aren had, they were different. They carried an existence, a soul.
These shadows gave off the energy of an army that was indeed alive, but still under the will of shadow.
