Foreboding

Judging from how the cries of the humans had stopped, it meant that the disks were finished with their task.

Evident to that was their return to Kahn, all of them, still spinning—like blades that could rend anything.

"hmmn…I won't kill you." Kahn mumbled, making his decision after considering some things.

The Lord's face nearly broke into that of gratitude, but he suddenly stopped once he noticed the demented and malevolent smile Kahn had.

"You seem important. I'll torture you for information, I may be able to achieve my goal faster if I use you."

Lord Karl Edward Zerund gasped, realizing the fate that awaited him was even worse than death.

"… Plus, it'll be a good way to while away time. We shall get started shortly."

And so, with the final shriek of a doomed noble, the bloodshed and carnage caused by Kahn faded from sight.

Tragedy was wrought that very evening. However, unknown to those in the Kingdom, the true dance of despondency was just getting started!