
The light of an instantaneous flash of an artificial sun illuminated all of nighttime Tezoth - for a brief moment rivaling the brilliance of daytime Aconia's gaze. Having lost the ability to maintain its anti-gravitational field, the flame-engulfed city plummeted downward, and the consequences of this incident were felt in every corner of the kingdom.
- Uwaaaaaah, - as the windows of their room shattered from the impact of the powerful shockwave, the Knight of Immortality covered her ears and hid under the table, though she still peeked out to look at the bright light in the middle of the night sky. - Got it, shorty?
- Huh? - The Knight of Alcove Frenzy raised an eyebrow. - You talking to me?
- You, you. Is there another shorty here?
- Are you picking a fight or what? And what exactly did I get?
- That all this talk about body counts, trailers, and other red flags means nothing - when your head gets blown off, everything else becomes unimportant.
- Little one, spare the old man. - Golden Coin massaged his own nasal bridge, puzzled. - I didn't understand a single word of what you just said. Though you know what, better not explain, I don't want to know. - Leaving the young ones to argue about something or other of their youthful concerns, Galaharadron stared at the landscape visible through the broken window, pondering how many people they had dispossessed today.
- Heh, the Knight of the Atomic Sun, no less. - The face of the Knight of Progress was adorned with a wide smile. - The motives of the perpetrator are completely incomprehensible and alien to me, but this genius of science is exactly what I set out on this path for.
- This is only the beginning. - The Knight of the Night Sky answered him. - A great deal of work and discoveries still awaits us ahead.
- Everyone ready? - Cedric Gayavl was the informal leader of this group of nine, and now, having finished assessing the situation, he began putting the next stage of the plan into action. - The Islanders will act as support; if everything goes according to plan, your participation won't be needed. Wulfstan, Oswald, Brian, Zedil. Milady, the Mute, and Karnarez are already on their way. We move out.
- Whatever you say, boss. - The Knight of Oppressive Melancholy answered him without much enthusiasm. - Come what may.
The five of them go stealth and leave their hideout, heading straight for the Estellian palace, bypassing the chaos that had erupted from the explosion moments earlier.
Ten Knights of Estellia sat around a round table, awaiting the arrival of their lord - they were to determine the causes of what had happened in the west and formulate a further course of action, however, behind the opened doors their gaze was met not by the silhouette of their lady, but of a knight clad in black armor.
- Who the hell are you? - The Knight of Diligence jumped up from the table and demanded of the intruder. - Silent, are you? Know then, that silence is also an answer!
Lightning-fast, closing the distance between himself and the guest, the knight made an elegant and precise sword swing, but it was easily parried, and the opponent's free hand gripped his eye sockets and the next moment slammed him heavily to the floor, instantly ending his life.

- It is done! - Speaking for the first time since his resurrection, the dark warrior cast his helmet from his head. - Ardath... My name is Ardath Ghostdrain! Let it be known to every inhabitant of these lands!
The Knight of Generosity he cut in half along with his shield.
The head of the Knight of Forgiveness, when he was on the ground, he crushed with his boot.
The Knight of Honesty he broke his neck.
The Knight of Compassion he tore out his spine.
The Knight of Charm he severed his legs.
The Knights of Modesty and Trust he cleaved through with a circular swing when they attempted a joint attack.
The Knight of Fanaticism he sent into free flight with a kick.
And only the Knight of Loyalty remained alive - from Ardath's restrained blow to the solar plexus he dropped to his knees, gasping for air.
In another part of the palace, another battle was in progress - five Knights of Reavnland fought against Asalia III and her consort, while Carnea carelessly watched the proceedings from the side.
- Mm, how magnificent he is! - The Mantis was delighted with Azurrion - the man's fencing method included a host of acrobatic movements and in terms of grace, probably yielded to no one in all of Tezoth. - What a pity to waste such first-rate material!
- How arrogant! Though I know nothing of the origins of this explosion, you are mistaken to think that numerical superiority can overcome the two of us!
- Beautiful words, my love! Let us show these wretches the price of their mistake!
And indeed, it was a battle of five against two, but the married couple appeared stronger - amidst the hail of thrusts directed at him, Azurrion fluttered like a butterfly, but stung like a lion, and all wounds were nothing to Asalia III - the warriors of Reavnland had to display wonders of agility and will to avoid falling to blood spells and other vampiric abilities. In addition to this, there was perfect synergy between the two of them - against such a combination, the five knights stood no chance.
- I don't like her. - The longer Carnea looked at her fellow lady-lord, the more irritated she became. She was beautiful, blessed with sincere love, and every action and word of hers exuded dignity and grace - all of this grated on the Bloodsucker's nerves. - I want her to fall straight into the abyss... Karnarez!!
The assassin, appearing from nowhere, lunged at Asalia III's neck and beheaded her in an instant - in Carnea's mouth, this man's name was tantamount to a deadly spell. Azurrion was distracted for only a moment - but that was enough for Cedric Gayavl, and one of his deadly blades pierced the noble warrior's heart.
- Ahahahahaha, it's really alive! - Picking up the head of the local lady-lord from the floor, Carnea burst into hysterical laughter upon seeing the grimace of grief and sorrow on its face, caused by the realization of her husband's demise. - Ahahahahaha! Should I put you on a shelf?! Ahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahaha! Who's going to regret their mistakes now, mm? - Tired of holding the rather heavy head in her hands, she threw it on the floor and ordered Karnarez to pick it up. - Where's the Mute? Making me wait... Tsk.
After some time, Ardath Ghostdrain dragged Lyon Vermgrais into this room, where he barely held back tears at what he saw - his lady had lost her head, and his lord his life.
- Villains! - He exclaimed in anger. - Scoundrels, I will never forgive you!
Carnea answered him with a slap - immobilized by the iron grip of the Mute Horror, he could not respond.
- You can ask forgiveness from your ancestors or your lady, I have no use for it. Listen, Knight of Loyalty, I have heard much about the origins of your title... Let's put it to the test, mm?
- Witch! What do you mean?
- Oh, don't be such a child, it's obvious.
A single nod from Carnea was enough to convey her wishes to the five knights - they lined up beside the fallen Asalia III. Cedric entered her first - in such situations he always had priority by virtue of being the eldest and most respected in this group. He handled the task with such a stone face, as if he had been ordered to chop firewood or build a campfire. Brian offered mental apologies and carried out the order with a heavy heart. The remaining three did not deny themselves anything. The Knight of Loyalty, forced to watch all of this, was rendered speechless.
- It's only the begin-n-ning. - Carnea said to him softly in his ear, when the horrific ritual seemed as though it should already have been over. - Either you now ************* and then *********** or I will make her suffer so much that you will both regret not being born on a farm in Sithia.
At this time, there was nothing in Lyon Vermgrais's eyes but emptiness. Swallowing his pride and the remnants of his self-respect, he knelt before his lady and performed the most disgusting act of his life.
- Kyahahahahahahahahahahahaha, he's really doing it! - Almost falling over with laughter, Carnea held onto Cedric's shoulder with one hand while slapping Zedil's back with the other. - Like he's sucking snake venom out of a wound! Kyahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!
The Knight of Loyalty was held in great respect in his native region and had the status of the lord's right hand, so when he declared that the attack had been the work of Deus, maddened by envy of Asalia III's beauty, the people believed him. The lord had sustained serious injuries, the other knights were dead, and now Lyon Vermgrais was the only one who could take the helm of Estellia.