"I say we just kill them."
As Faxul made his thoughts known for the third time in as many minutes, Daneel sighed and shook his head.
They were back at the center of the continent, and with no other option, Daneel had decided to cloak them all using a spell. The people could no longer look upon the throne to draw hope and strength, but as he needed all of his advisers to study this strange situation that they were in, he had chosen this platform to confer with them.
The hundred commanders were still unchanged. Bound and gagged, they were floating in the air in front of Daneel, the sovereigns, the Emperor and his Emperor spirits, and Daneel's confidants like the elvish queens.
