Just when Conrad had taken a calming breath of relief, the sound of eerie clapping washed all of that away.
All the sound from the chamber had gone quiet, leaving only the clapping. As you can imagine, it was pretty loud.
Everyone, including Connie, had suddenly tensed up. But unlike them, he was immobile, drained, speechless, and in a world of pain. In other words, if something else was about to happen, he'd not only be a burden, but he'd totally be useless.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
That sound continued and from its source was one of the Akerman siblings rising from the blackened smoke and scorched ruin from Meliora's flames earlier.
Cassian slowly stood on his feet, dusting off some ash from his sleeves then continued his obnoxious clapping. Beside him was the tall man Soren rising to his feet as well. His posture was perfectly regal despite his wounds, or rather, lack thereof.
'What the hell?'
