The violence did not unify the remaining Council members; it shattered them. The two who had come to blows were cast out, leaving a hollowed-out remnant of the once-powerful body. But there was no triumph for the survivors, only the cold, stark realization that they were now truly alone. The trust was gone, the silence was a mockery, and the chamber itself felt tainted. One by one, they simply left. There was no formal dissolution, no final decree. They just walked away from the empty chamber, from their failed ideology, and from each other, leaving the husk of their power to be consumed by the silence they had once worshipped.