As evening came and everyone went to their corners to check their gear and readiness one last time, she quietly approached Neyra:
- Hey, sweetie...
As soon as Neyra turned to the familiar, pleasant voice, her chest was pierced through by the elf's hand, filled with powerful dark energy.
- Nothing personal. I always admired your calmness and composure. It's just a shame I didn't have time for you...
Neyra only let out a rasping sound, full of agony, and then collapsed to the floor, taking her last breath.
- What's going on here?! - Mealgor rushed in, hearing the noise. - Taniel, what the hell did you do?!
The elf turned to the leader and smiled:
- Oh, it's already done, Mealgor. Everything is already finished.
Taniel snapped her fingers, and the hall was plunged into darkness...
This is not the end of the story; Tox will continue it in the next post. Thank you all for participating; Sir Gore bows.
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of the people
Who will not be slaves again!