Rosana opened her mouth to protest, but closed it just as quickly. She couldn't deny that much was true.
Ty reached the large stone doors of the kingdom grounds and, with a grunt, pushed them open. The heavy doors creaked as they swung wide, revealing the grand hall beyond. The air inside was thick with the scent of smoke and burnt flesh. The first thing that caught Ty's eye was the figure seated casually on a throne-like chair at the far end of the room.
Fernando.
His legs were kicked up on the arm of the throne, his usual smug grin plastered across his face. In one hand, he held a severed head, its face charred beyond recognition from the telltale marks of electricity. Around him, bodies in orange attire were strewn across the floor, lifeless and still.
