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Zand watched in shock as the Guardians were escorted away. He tried to protest, but was stared into submission by one of the Fallen. Those eyes. Those empty pits of eyes, glowing like a ghost. Unfocused and obscured, but still sharp. They pierced like daggers and slived like axes. Actions spoke louder than words, but these eys spoke louder than action. The Fallen need not to anything but glare, the message was conveyed.

Zand nodded his hand and stepped back, helplessly watching Easy leave the room.