Meanwhile, in Deirus's bedroom, Jirni had just finished calling for backup and Balkor had left for the Desert.
"Just one question. How are we going to explain your puppet stabbing Velan to death in his sleep and the god of death's presence?" Orion asked, his voice as stone-cold as his gaze while he spoke to his wife.
"Your naivety never ceases to amuse me, dear." Jirni said with a chuckle. "After the events at the funeral, the Royals gave me the authorization to kill Velan. Deal with the undead or not, he was too deranged.
"Now that he had lost his political power, the Royals could finally get rid of him without the risk of escalating the conflict in a civil war. They only asked me to leave enough traces so that the investigation would shift the blame on the undead.
