Before long, the entire royal chamber returned to silence.
The rebels all lay dead in pools of blood, including the King, Hemulinp.
Rom, who was previously howling in agony, had stopped at some point. With a sudden slick movement, he stood up, yet seemed to have become a puppet, motionless, his face devoid of any expression. Only the whites of his eyes turned completely black, appearing both evil and ominous.
"Tap... tap... tap... tap..."
Solok, surrounded by figures in black robes, approached the throne, kicked Hemulinp away, and picked up the Royal Sword that had fallen to the side.
"Is this the Royal Sword that controls the Light of the Celestial Pillar?"
The black-robed figure who just ambushed Hemulinp and pierced his chest with a single strike approached Solok, looking curiously at the sword.
