Garrett did not show signs of anger for the way he was spoken to. Instead, he replied matter-of-factly. "Our master has a different purpose for you."
Her face twisted. "Our master?! My only master is Lord Eric Winter-"
Before she could finish, his boot slammed into her head, followed by a punch to her jaw. The impact sent her spinning to the side before crashing against the floor.
Her vision went black.
The young count stood frozen, watching his protectors die one after another. His breathing turned shallow.
The final scream cut off with a sickening squelch, and then… quiet. The eleven blue-skinned traitors were reduced to seven, but they stood in still formation, their faces devoid of emotion. No regret, no shame.
To Eric's shock, none approached after securing their victory. Not even Garrett, who now stood above the defeated Sarra.
