The clearing was heavy with tension. Knights tried to strain against the chains that illuminated them, and their swords were useless, lying scattered on the ground. Morgath's smile cut sharp while Draven seemed like the storm about to break out.
Kallen, a knight, advanced, a calm demeanor enveloping his face as he said to Draven, "I have served my turn," he declared. "All their play—real time transmissions. My reward."
Morgath's sickly grin expanded. "Ah, yes. Your payback."
Kallen's triumphant smirk didn't last long. Morgath's twin daggers sprang to life, tearing into his chest with deadly precision. Kallen sucked in air, his treachery unvoiced, and hit the ground silently.
Draven barely gave the body a glance, his cold eyes fixed on Lady Seraphina's lavish carriage. "Come out lady, or everyone dies," he called, his voice cutting through the still air. "These kids, your knights—everyone."
