A piercing scream echoed through the hall, silencing the entire party. I stood there, holding Grelgor’s lifeless, headless body in one hand and his severed head in the other. I let both fall to the ground with a heavy thud, and then... chaos erupted.
The guards who hadn’t been dealt with sprang into action, but the slaves who had armed themselves with swords from the fallen were quick to engage them, rushing to my aid. People screamed and scattered, desperate to get out of the way.
A guard lunged at me, and I swiftly grabbed his wrist, blocking his attack. With Grelgor’s knife still at my belt, I plunged it into the guard’s throat. He collapsed, and I snatched up his sword, ready to carve through the panicked crowd of lords and ladies, all of whom deserved no mercy.
I cut down a few as
