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Message: <blockquote data-quote="xenoflare" data-source="post: 1458279" data-attributes="member: 12431">The keraton was silent. To King Srisukra, who had seen his subjects perish in the first few seconds of the chaotic fray, the silence was a dirge evocative of the grave. To the two demons that had seen their strongest champion bested by a mere human gnat, the silence was the speechless entangling tongues choked by outrage. To the triumphant Radin, awash in his own controlled power, the silence was simply natural, a conservation of inner energy and emotion. To the artiste Humam the silence was none of that. To him, it was the moment of quiescence in a crowd privy to a performance that had touched them profoundly, that moment without noise where the audience looks with expectation and wonder at the scene around them.The calm of the moment passed, and the two ogres surged forth, screeching dark promises and vile threats.-Silence- touched Radin again, and the demonic onslaught was deflected, redirected and he counterattacked, slaying the rakshasas with little pomp or ceremony.Rain began to fall again.The End</blockquote>