The resounding echo of decapitated heads hitting the ground reverberated through the eerie silence that enveloped the aftermath of the merciless storm.
In an unsettling display, the lifeless bodies of the Knights soon collapsed with a weighty thud, mirroring the fate that had befallen them.
Unfazed by the trail of death left in their wake, the hooded figure and Merlin pressed on towards the Palace, their footsteps marked by a somber journey.
The door to the Palace was already left open. The hooded figure simply walked inside the grand palace. The Palace had suffered a lot of damage because of the battle last night. It was already filled with the aura of death.
As the two made their way towards the main hall, they noticed the body of Duke Ashborn. Merlin picked up the body and carried it over his shoulders, following the hooded figure.