Solus started to cry, still clenching the Fury, but now out of affection.
The artifact was the only thing she had left of her mother and she held it to her chest like a baby. She fell onto her knees bawling her eyes out as the black cloud outside dissipated and the sun returned.
Lith arrived a second later, cursing the maze that all big mansions were and the architects that designed them. He found Solus laying on the ground, covered in blood. She was curled in a fetal position while she clung the Fury to her chest, sobbing.
"What did you do to her?" He snarled at Zoreth, turning into his Tiamat form and picking a size that matched the Shadow Dragon's. "Why is Solus crying?"
His fury surprised the two Eldritches as much as Solus' tears. Neither made sense. Solus was supposed to seek vengeance and Lith just to not care about her, yet reality begged to differ.
