Allaryx had destroyed the palace in two swings of his weapon, sparing only the throne room.
"You took enough from her," — Allaryx scratched the floor with his glaive — "yet you tried to disturb her peace."
He swung his heavy weapon, and the knights—surrounding their king in a phalanx—fell like crumbs, cleaved in two.
Trellise could only hazard a guess as to what had transpired, and the sudden quiet was not encouraging.
"What have you done? Do you not understand where you stand? If you believe—"
His threats were cut short as Allaryx grabbed him by the jaw and tore it off its hinges.
The screams that emerged from the disfigured king sounded inhumane, as his tongue flopped around in the air like a fish out of water.
Allaryx grabbed the slippery organ and tore it out.
As the proud king of a burning kingdom hit his head on the floor out of pain, the knight in black slammed his foot down.
Brain matter flew as Trellise became nothing but a headless corpse.
