The six cloaked figures had not moved throughout the carnage. But now, as the grey apostle's voice cut through the silence, their hands began to tremble, they were like puppets reaching for the daggers at their sides.
All that while the three children lay there, just in front of them motionless with their eyes closed, chests barely rising. They had most likely been drugged, or maybe worse.
They had no idea death was inches away.
Makun shook his head amused, The priest was dumb, or maybe he had no other choice.
Wrong move, priest. He grinned.
He was standing over the Blade Dancer's corpse, brain matter still dripping from his boot and earlier, the Blade Dancer had been propelled by his kick to where the six cloaked were kneeling.
This meant, Makun was close enough to them, close enough to the kids.
As mortals, they would not outpace him, he could stop them before their daggers reached the kids.
The daggers rose, with no hesitation in their movement.
