The sun was up.
Its light burned the last of the blood fog away from the castle.
Vacuse Vorrakyn stood in the courtyard, his robe drenched with blood and his face splattered with it. He stood with his hand behind his back as he looked at all the bodies on the ground.
"What a mess," he muttered.
Harkon was still beside him, all his swords gone except for the single one he held in his hand as he stood guard beside his Lord. His clothes were covered in blood as well.
Before dawn, the blood fog had alerted the rest of the city to what was going on, and the different stations in the city sent their men over.
The intruders, those of them that weren't dead, were captured and taken, already in prison.
Left to Vacuse, he would have killed all of them while leaving a few of them left to question.
But Drenvar had already unsealed the palace and taken control of things.
Things were moving fast.
