He met Nathan's gaze—those cold, unyielding blue eyes staring back at him with merciless precision. Nathan held Teucer's decapitated head by its hair, his arm raised as he hurled it high into the sky. The severed head arced over the battlefield, visible to all with keen enough vision. Greek kings and commanders across the battlefield turned, witnessing the grim trophy as it spun through the air, blood raining down.
But Nathan's aim was clear. He wanted only one man to see it: Ajax.
In that moment, countless eyes turned skyward, watching the grisly spectacle of Teucer's head spinning through the air.
"It's Teucer!" someone gasped.
"Someone killed him!"
"No way!"