"Bring me his head."
"Yes, My Queen."
Lifting Astra's hand to his lips, Seth kissed it softly and in the process, he was glad that he had his hood up. Because he wasn't able to control his expression for much longer, and could hide it behind the confident, empowering mask of Lord Corvus.
But in reality... all he could focus on was the ice cold touch of her hand against his. With the peaks in his power level brought on by the Lightbringers doubts, and the connection to blood that it brought with it Seth could feel her blood without even touching her.
Or more specifically, her lack of it. With every peak came the orchestra of rhythmic hearts, and contained within it was the weak and arrhythmic pulsations of Astra's heart as it desperately clung to life. It was like watching the tiny flame of a candle, flickering softly in the wind as it had burned down to the last few centimetres of its wick.
