...the Warlord appears, once more, amidst the court, watching the mess that was done, he sighs... "...seriously?" he stretches out his hand, words were spoken in languages incomprehensible for any other being, red lines begin to form around the station runes drawn into the raw fabric of space time...
...the court disappeared and reappeared repaired in P.o.I. space and every single person that was within the building at any point of the Trial was warped back to it´s point of origin in their own faction...
...the Warlord stood amidst space, no court, no humans, no alien races nor other entities around him...
"Are we done here now...?" ...once more he disappears again without a trace.
