In the Kingdom of Helion, Devon roared in pain, causing everyone in his bedchamber to flinch and tremble, except for Marla.
"All of you, scram!!!" he commanded, and the healers quickly left, leaving only Marla behind.
"Sibil?!" Devon hissed at Marla, clearly agitated.
Marla winced inwardly at the mention of Sibil's name. She was certain Sibil had attempted to seize the dragon's power for himself, but evidently, he had failed. Fortunately for him, he was skilled at making excuses, and he could still argue that he had successfully extracted the dragon's soul, even if he had failed to control it. Nonetheless, Devon would undoubtedly punish him severely for his failure.
"He's still unconscious, My Lord," Marla responded dutifully.
"He'd be better off without that arm I gave him! Let him use only one arm! That useless moron!" Devon grunted through gritted teeth, followed by a wince of pain that betrayed his discomfort.
