Elizabeth turned away from him, her gaze sweeping over the wreckage of the morning. She looked at the crowd, still reeling from the trauma; at the shattered, blood-stained cobblestones of the plaza; at the massive, motionless carcass of the dragon lying in the northern rubble like a fallen mountain.
She saw the places where the golem engagement had pulverized the earth, where the bone-shattering impact of tectonic shifts had turned soldiers into red mist and stone into shrapnel. She looked at the carnage with the methodical, academic posture of a mage reading the full, brutal information of the scene rather than its immediate horror.
"Morwenna Nightwing is going to walk into that meeting with a theory that will burn this entire room down," Elizabeth said, her voice trembling with the gravity of her realization. "She is going to present the similarities in capabilities between what Tremor demonstrated and what you showed during the plaza's final phase."
