As Sylvie's words reverberated in the throne room, everyone's pupils constricted in horror. With their eyes glued to the scene, they moved their hands subconsciously to cover their quivering lips.
BAM
Lyra's body collapsed with a dull sound. Blood pooled from the horrible wound in her stomach, coating the wooden ground scarlet. The scent of death spread to their noses, proving that they weren't dreaming.
"Murder!"
No one knew whose shriek shattered the silence, but the cracking voice rang in their ears, awakening them from their muted stupor. Any favorable feelings they harbored for Sylvie vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving only deadly glares and accusatory fingers to replace them.
"She killed one of our elders!"
"Prepare your spells, brothers and sisters! She's the elves' enemy!"