"How did the imps infiltrate in the capital?" Nicolas asked.
"They have wings, can go everywhere, you fool!" Donald murmured near his head.
Surpassing from everyone, the Lord knelt in front of his King in the Gallery. It was full of wounded royals.
The ministers and some other parliament members were assisting the court's physicians.
"Blood pool is the correct word to describe what imps can do."
The King mentioned, handed his rifles to one of the guards.
His hands rested on Miguel's shoulder and helped him up. Looking around he saw the place that his people were dancing and cheering had sketched with unknown shapes of blood.
"Your grace, are you alright? I've heard you were ill but I found you fighting."
"I was unwell but as you see I am fine. We were lucky that you'd arrived sooner."
Miguel looked back, pointing at the prince and his companions.
"They saved the castle. They bathe in the blood."
