The hall, which had been filled with festive energy mere moments ago, was now engulfed in a deathly silence, the three sitting on Asher's table stunned by the brutality they had just witnessed.
Oberon, his throat dry, could barely swallow as he gazed at the horrific sight of Droco's mutilated body.
A cold shiver ran down his spine as he thought about the possibility of meeting a similar fate.
He resolved inwardly that he would rather die protecting Rowena than let these draconian bastards have the satisfaction.
Leonidas and Caelum exchanged glances, both sensing the heavy and oppressive tension that now filled the room. This was no longer a celebration; it was a display of power and a warning.
Still, they couldn't help but wonder about the message Drakar was trying to convey by executing a traitor in such a public and grisly manner, and that too before them.
