The mist of King Darian's blood hadn't even settled before the nightmare continued.
Covered in the warm, gruesome remains of her own King, the elite female mage lost her mind. Pure panic overrode her logic as her hands shot up and staff started glowing with a frantic surge of mana as she tried to cast a barrier or simply leap backward out of the entity's sight.
"N-No! Stay back! I-I surrender—!"
CRASH-SQUELCH!
She didn't even get to finish the word before her head detonated just like Darian's exploding into a sickening shower of bone and brain matter leaving her glowing staff to clatter uselessly to the marble floor as her headless corpse slumped over the stone railing.
Witnessing two instantaneous, unpreventable deaths in the span of three seconds broke Silver-peak's prized third-year hero prodigy.
