Chapter 52 – Lord Constantine
The man — tall, dark skin mapped with scars — pressed himself against an old broken building that looked like an ancient hotel, the surroundings a sight fit for Vorn's admiration.
Dozens of corpses lay around him, maggots going in and out of the bodies, crimson-black weathered flies buzzing restlessly above them, black rats joining the feast, eating from livers and decomposed flesh alike.
The stench was horrendous. Yet Maxim didn't care. He had seen far worse than a few dead bodies.
Right now, still naked, he had more pressing things to worry about.
"Answer me, for Vorn's sake!" He begged under his breath, one hand passing over his bald head, the other holding his phone to his ear.
He was calling his Lord — the master of all operations in the Badur Kingdom — and his heart was slamming inside his chest.
He needed to report what had happened, urgently. Only the Lord could possibly begin to manage the consequences of what he had done today.
