Upon entering the council room, Eunid made no formal address. With silent determination, he approached the center table, and with a single motion, he dropped the severed head of his fallen foe, Kael.
The lifeless eyes still held an expression of shock, forever frozen in disbelief. The council members around him exchanged glances, murmurs of awe and curiosity building among them.
But Eunid offered no explanation, not even a glance, as he strode past them all, leaving their questions and praises unanswered.
Making his way to his quarters, Eunid allowed himself a moment of solitude. He slipped into the waiting bath, letting the warm water wash away the blood and grime of battle. The aches from the fight seeped into the water, leaving him with only the hum of victory, yet his mind remained sharp, drifting between thoughts of conquest and the weight of his family's legacy.
