Meanwhile…
Isaiah sauntered through the empty and silent hallway leisurely. His steps slowly came to a halt, turning his head to the window on his left. The place outside the palace was quiet; there were no knights fighting to death nor there was a heavy stench of blood in the air.
It was just quiet — unnaturally quiet.
A shallow breath slipped past Isaiah, resuming his strides without a trace of a hurry. He would get to his destination, anyway. Even so, Isaiah listened to every noise he could hear through the thin walls lest he had to make an important decision.
As Isaiah waltzed through the hallway, his steps once again stopped. His brows slightly rose and deep lines appeared in between his brows.
"I knew it," he whispered, looking at another window on the wall again. "So that's how it was done."
