The Bat Lineage Head stood in silence over Vaernon's corpse.
He hadn't been present for much of these things, never thinking that things would get so far that they would need a fifth round in the first place. Honestly, he hadn't even thought a fourth round would be needed.
This was a complete and utter humiliation; there was no getting around it. Their Thryskai had their eyes set on the future, on the status of Demi-God, and yet they had actually stumbled on the very first step.
And all because of one man.
A single young man.
Vaernon's expression looked almost peaceful, as though he had died in his sleep, completely unaware. But when the Bat Lineage Head bent down, grabbing Vaernon's chin and shifting his head to the side, one could see pulsing green veins walking up the length of his neck and jaw.
Poison.
