The Dark Gathering [Pt 4]

"With all of that out of the way, I suppose it's time to return to topic."

There really was nothing left to discuss. Scylla knew that much already.

Rebal and Kara already knew they were screwed, and her plan was already marching into its completion. To be honest, finishing them off at this point would simply be the end of it.

But no… that wasn't satisfying enough.

'I want to see it… the despair on their faces as they lose everything!'

She had always been looked down on, being one of the last to join the Triumvirate, so being in such a position of power—looking down on the founders as they burned to the ground—brought her great satisfaction.

She was already salivating as she imagined them squirm.

'Before the execution… let's fatten them up a little.'

And was there a better way to do that than to completely sully their confidence with tragedy?