Before the witch could utter another word, King Killian plunged his fist into her chest and ripped out her heart.
The witch's eyes widened in horror as she slowly looked down at her chest which now had a hole in the middle. She inwardly cursed herself for not casting a protection spell on earlier, and then her body grew numb. Lifeless. She died with her eyes open.
King Killian released his grip around her neck, dropping her body to the ground like she was some filthy thing, and then tossed her heart aside. His expression was rigid as he walked over to grab the can of water the witch had brought, and then he poured it over his hands, rinsing off her blood, which had now turned black. For someone who used magic to stay alive for so long, it was expected to see black blood.
When he was done, he crushed the empty can and then threw it away.
