The night became silent as the old man's body dropped to the floor, blood spurting out of the stump where his head was supposed to be.
His bloody head rolled to my feet, but I kicked it away, a scowl appearing on my face.
"That takes care of that." I sighed, turning my gaze to the other elders who all jolted with fear.
I tilted my head, a wide smirk curling up my lips. "Is anyone else against my leadership?"
They all either shook their heads or remained silent, staring at me like they wanted me dead.
The truth was, they probably all did.
They probably saw the old man's death as unnecessary, but it was necessary.
While holding his neck, I'd used my magic to read his emotions. I read the disdain, the irritation... Everything that pointed him out as the one telling the others to be against me.
