The heavy, suffocating silence of the shattered treasury was broken only by the sickening, rhythmic 'drip, drip, drip' of Lord Siss's dark blood pooling onto the cratered obsidian floor.
Kaya stood perfectly still, her chest heaving as she stared down at the severed head resting against the toe of her boot. The amber eyes of the ancient Snake Lord were locked open in a permanent state of arrogant disbelief. For three hundred years, this monster had ruled the Western territories with an iron, venomous fist. He had crushed rebellions, slaughtered rivals, and hoarded wealth beyond imagination.
And now, he was dead. Decapitated by a magicless human girl and a ridiculously flirtatious Vulture.
