Edvin straightened instantly, eyes snapping into sharp focus. His posture shifted — alert, almost predatory. "You found them?" he asked, his voice rising, laced with a wild excitement that bordered on manic. "Where are they? Tell the men to prepare at once. We ride before dawn. We'll end that monster for good this time."
There was a gleam in his eyes, a feverish certainty. He didn't need that annoying witch anymore. Not when he still had her sword — that was all he needed now. With it, he would cut the beast down himself if he had to. No more mistakes.
He could taste it — vengeance, glory, and Megan's return.
But Garron didn't share his excitement. "She's dead," he said, barely above a whisper.
The words landed like a stone dropped in still water.
Edvin blinked. Once. Twice. Then again, slower. "What…?" he breathed, as if the word had slipped from someone else's mouth.
