Primus stood, and the laughter of the witch followed him as he turned around and walked out. He slammed the door forcefully, leaving the woman in complete darkness and solitude once more.
“Hadjar is coming!” He heard her muffled cry from the casemate.
“I warned you...” The Governor was leaning against the wall. He was still as cold and arrogant as ever and kept looking at his nails. “If you had just killed the boy, none of this would be happening.”
Primus closed his eyes, then abruptly drew his sword and swung it twice. A barely visible black haze remained in the air after each strike. Four dismembered bodies fell behind him in a shower of gore, dropping their torches. Even their artifact armor, that had been forged for them by order of the King, failed to save them.
“Why did you kill
