Several hundred Sleepers stared at the disfigured body, horrified. Jubei's scale armor disappeared in a rain of light, leaving him dressed only in torn, bloodied rags. A surprised, dazed expression was still frozen on his face.
Awash in blood and broken, the man who had been proud and defiant just a minute ago was now nothing but a pathetic corpse. He was sprawled on the floor in a glistening crimson puddle, reminding everyone of one simple truth.
Never, ever dare to disobey Gunlaug, the Bright Lord.
Or you'll end up just the same.
Sunny was probably one of the only two people in the grand hall who wasn't looking at the corpse. Instead, he was looking at Harus.
Harus himself was staring at the wall, absolutely disinterested in the gruesome fruit of his dark labor.
'What else was I hoping for? Stupid. Hope… hope is a poison. It will only get you killed.'
