A tall man wearing robes strode into the hall with six guardians behind him. "I believe you were saying something about me being not trustworthy." Lysander said. I had seen him once before when he paraded through the City showing off his new status as the ruler of the Concordat. He was a older man, with black hair that was graying at his temples. He seemed strong and fit, but something was off. His straight posture seemed more like he was being held up than standing on his own. And his eyes were strange. I could barely remember seeing him but I didn't think his eyes should be glowing red. "Now why would the Vanguard be meeting secretly behind my back? Which one of you started this?" "Lysander." Ikora began. "I can ex..." Lysander put his hand up. "Silence." Ikora stopped talking. "Now who would instigate this? Andal? No... You have the guts but you wouldn't risk it. Unless you've forgotten that I hold the power over your daughter's life which I don't think is a possibility. So Zavala, was it you?" Zavala was visibly sweating. "Zavala, I have to go with my original assessment of Andal. You have the courage but not the motive. And, of course your always worried about your honor." he said with a laugh. Zavala breathed a huge sigh of relief. "So... That leaves me with only one alternative." Ikora lowered her eyes. "Ikora." the word rang out across the room. "Now you are the only one I know here who would have both the guts, and the courage to pull something like this. Why? Why, after all these years would you betray me now?" Ikora started to speak but Lysander cut her off. "I'm sorry Ikora. I wish it didn't have to end this way. Grab her." The last comment was to the guards. Two of them grabbed her and held her against the wall. She struggled but it was pointless. Lysander reached a hand toward her and said with an evil grin, "I've been wanting to try out my new toy." A stream of red particles flew out of his hand and into Ikora. She began screaming as it poured into her. Andal turned away. Zavala closed his eyes and a single tear fell. In a few minutes it was over. Ikora stood. You could see the tendrils of red running underneath her skin. And her eyes glowed red. Lysander laughed. "Come with me, my dear. I have something to show you." She walked woodenly toward the door. They walked out of the Vanguard hall, leaving Andal and Zavala standing at the table. "Zavala, we've got to help her!" Andal said. Zavala looked up angrily. "You think I don't want to?!" "Your not doing anything about it!" "Andal." Zavala's voice was low. "There is nothing we can do. Lysander and the Concordat are too powerful." he said. Andal bowed his head and shook with rage. "Come on, old friend. Lets go." he said. Zavala put his arm around Andal's shoulders and led him out of the hall. Behind the crates, I was throwing up.