The heavy iron doors of the Great Hall groaned as they swung shut, sealing the fate of the one hundred and thirty-four.
Gripping hilts of swords that felt strangely heavy. 134 : Those Who Have Been Gathered
There was no podium. No speaker appeared to address them. Instead, a collective hum began to vibrate through the floorboards, matching the heartbeat of the crystal. The Revelation The heavy iron doors of the Great Hall
As the hum intensified, the walls of the hall began to dissolve. They weren't in a castle anymore. They were standing on a glass shelf suspended in the star-choked belly of the cosmos. 134 : Those Who Have Been Gathered