User blog comment:MockingJester/Hushed land: Q&A afar/@comment-39280634-20200528234406/@comment-30014014-20200604181510

"Do not worry. They will not harm you. Neither will I, for this place is no battleground". The man who hides in another's shadow turns back to the planet from hence did this place come from, looking.

The weapon, dull and dour, planted on the lifeless floor, begins to pulse. The hanged things, so idle in their inertia, begin...struggling. Their essence decay and brittle, slowly eaten by the inert weapon, taking on a new luster.

From their feet to their heads, they begin to brittle, a slow process over a vast amount of spirits, slowly gorging the blade.

"The empty places you saw, they are thrones. I would have been sure you were thaught what a throne is, are you not?" He stares still at the silent planet, never turning to meet the young man eye to eye.