She had long copper-red hair held up in a chignon and even redder eyes lit from the undead energies coursing through her body.
She might have been considered a beautiful woman, if not for her cruel gaze and disgusted expression.
"Anything else, o King?" Her voice was devoid of respect.
"Magus Verhen, allow me to introduce you to Cyrra Morghon, Banshee and current High General of the Night Court." Erslan said. "As you can see, she's not happy having lost command to me but for some reason, no one trusts the Night Court.
"Not even the members of the Night Court themselves." He said with a mocking tone that matched hers. "As for you, idiots, what do you have to say for yourself? Why didn't you follow our instructions and come up with a plausible excuse before leaving your houses?"
"Because I never trusted you." Barham the Wyvern walked forward while stroking his silvery and golden beard.
