"We swear on our forefathers and those before us!" Lord Elvane began to speak, doing all he could to stop his hands from trembling as he knelt on the ground and bowed his head.
At that point, it was obvious that Zyren was simply picking them out one after the other and killing them because he could. He smiled, but it was clear that he was pissed off as his eyes kept searching for the next target, roaming lazily across the hall like a predator deciding which throat to tear open next.
Lord Elvane's stomach sank watching Zyren's gaze land at the far back of the hall where the rest of his family stood huddled together. It sank even more when Arun Duskbane broke.
Even after Dargen was killed, together and collectively they had been doing their best to stem the infection and maybe shift the blame to a couple of people, fully understanding that Zyren was not forgiving.
