This night, Orion stood atop the undamaged walls of Thunderhawk City, watching the chaos and slaughter unfold below.
Thunderhawk City wasn't just home to the bloodline warriors defending the walls; it was also filled with civilians. The various bloodline warriors rampaged through the city, looting, burning, and killing, and Orion did nothing to stop them.
Because this was what Orion allowed—what he wanted.
Clymene's head had hung on the city walls for nearly a year, a symbol of humiliation. Only the most savage plundering could quell the fury burning inside him.
With Orion's tacit approval, Thunderhawk City had descended into complete anarchy. The warriors who stormed the city began looting everything of value.
For some, Thunderhawk City had become a living hell.
For others, like Gnoll Dirtclaw, it was paradise.
At this moment, Dirtclaw was doing something significant. In front of all the surrendered gnolls, he beheaded Scrag.
