The great hall was deathly silent.
Eliot's body lay on the cold floor tiles, his wide-open eyes reflecting the ornate ceiling. Blood slowly spread out from under him.
The stench of blood began to fill the air.
Raylo stood several meters away, his expression calm.
Not a single drop of blood had stained him.
He had controlled the terrifying lightning and the lethal sword light with perfect ease and precision.
It was this very nonchalance that sent a chill through the hearts of everyone present.
The power he had displayed was merely the tip of the iceberg, yet it was enough to crush an Earth Knight who had held the rank for several years.
Angmar Duke's face was ashen.
He looked at his nephew's body, his eyes first filled with disbelief, then with profound sorrow.
He had come in person, never imagining he would be taking back a cold corpse.
"Take... take the body for burial."
Count Gaius's voice broke the suffocating silence.
He waved to the Knights outside the hall.
