Borgia Imperial Palace
"So, it's done?" Roxanne asked, her voice calm as it carried through the communication orb.
The image within the crystal shimmered, resolving into Mara's figure. Dust and blood still marked her armor, though her posture remained straight and composed.
"A few have fled. We're still searching for those who escaped," Mara reported evenly. "But the rest are dead, Your Highness."
Roxanne nodded once, unsurprised. "They'll be dead sooner or later. Just keep watch on any villages near Rothschild."
"Yes, Your Highness." Mara inclined her head, then closed the communication orb.
The glow faded, and with it the emperor's voice. She turned her focus back to the hunt, eyes scanning the forest ahead as her knights spread out to track the last traces of grey orcs that stained the earth.
Roxanne, meanwhile, felt no unease.
