In an instant, it seemed like someone had clicked the pause button.
Everyone froze, stopping whatever they were doing. The Veynar warrior holding the giant's legs stopped moving, his muscles locking tight. The one who had just smashed the throat kept his heavy palm pressed down hard against the windpipe.
Even the dying giant beneath them stopped his desperate thrashing, though it was more likely from the severe loss of blood rather than the shock of the moment.
For a brief heartbeat, a thick, blood-stopping silence filled the cramped leather hut. Outside, the low rustle of the wind and the distant, muffled sounds of the quiet slaughter across the ridge were being broadcasted clearly through the hide flaps, making the silence inside feel even heavier.
