The main hall of the Goblin Guild turned into a graveyard in an instant.
James's head was still rolling on the ground, blood spraying from the neck like a fountain.
His headless body stood for a few seconds before collapsing like a rag doll.
Silence. Absolute silence.
Sara pressed her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with horror.
Joe's face turned pale as chalk and he stepped back, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing was real.
It was true that he hated James, but death? This wasn't something he wanted—not even something he wanted to think about—and that was because of the consequences.
No matter how much of a bastard James was, he was the treasure of the Goblin Guild, the most powerful guild in the country. Killing him could cause massive waves across the nation.
And now Daniel had killed James in front of all these people? Had he gone insane?
