One pair of eyes after another shot toward Zolte. But what shook them the most was the fact they didn't see anything wrong with him at all, not initially.
But then it became clear that he was standing in silence for too long… not moving a single inch.
Then, slowly, he toppled over, his body collapsing to the ground, limp and lifeless as though he had always been dead from the very start, or like his puppet master had finally released his strings.
The sound of his collapse echoed through the hall, the echoes reverberating through the walls.
Byahmad slowly stood to his feet, his looming presence akin to a bat hanging from a cave ceiling. It was the first time Sylas had truly felt the aura of what it meant to be a part of the Bat Lineage, but it was also quite ironic that it had taken so long to finally get a sense for it.
After suffering so many losses in a row, it seemed that they were finally on the verge of breaking.
