"Well now, Albrecht... umm... I mean Master Executioner?" Emmeline whispered, a smirk playing on her lips.
The heavy wooden door at the top of the stairs blew inward. Pieces of splintered oak rained down on the bloody stone floor. A towering figure stepped through the dust. He wore the crimson armor of a Royal Inquisitor Captain, holding a massive halberd. Ten elite knights filed in behind him, their shields forming an impenetrable iron wall.
The Captain's eyes swept the room. He saw the shattered furniture, the severed head of Earl Malakor, and the masked executioner standing near the noblewoman.
"You actually killed him," the Captain growled, his voice muffled behind his heavy visor. "Earl Malakor is dead. You are completely insane, Executioner."
Albrecht casually kicked Malakor's he
