The lightrune was glimmering weakly in her hands, reflecting the pit she felt in her middle. Sparrow shook her gloomy thoughts away with an effort and held the hammer head above her, looking around, using its light to see.
She almost wished she hadn't. There was more than just the one body here, some crisped black and melted, others bent in convulsive, tortured forms. Sparrow squeezed her eyes shut, lifted her chin, and then opened them again to stare up at Sirillon’s throne.
A beautiful lady in a blue and black dress stared back. On seeing She had Sparrow’s attention, She smiled.