The rifle's sharp crack echoed through the tomb, blasting apart Draven's head in a spray of blood and bone. His huge, monstrous body hit the ground with a heavy thud. The once-feared Pillar of Treachery lay dead patheticly, worse than his lover's death.
The masked cult soldiers across the swirling portal froze. They flinched back at the sight, fear breaking through their blank emotionless masks.
Velkara's eyes burned with fury and her fists clenched as she stared at Draven's broken body. Loyal to the Order above all else, her blood boiled at seeing her comrade fall. She took a step forward, ready to storm through the portal and tear Leo apart. But Ashen raised a single hand calmly, commanding to stand back. She stopped mid-step, her jaw tight as her pride at war with her loyalty.
