"King of the North, Hulak, you're alive?!"
"Impossible!"
One by one, the marshals rose in shock and disbelief. The hundred princes standing at the back all furrowed their brows, abandoning their disciplined stances. Even Pythor widened his eyes to their fullest and stood up, utterly stunned, as though he had seen a ghost.
Most of those present had witnessed The End of the World Day. They had seen firsthand what happened to Hulak and Morin through Jabba's live surveillance array. Those who hadn't been there had heard the tale from those who had.
They clearly remembered seeing Hulak take a direct blow from the Supreme Lord's Shadow, watching his arm disintegrate. They had seen him near his end, only for a massive wyvern to descend and begin incinerating his body. At that moment, Jabba cut off the feed, stating that he respected his ancestor too much to watch further.
Clank, clank.
