Chapter 43
Donald and I stood side by side on the windowsill, staring down at the chaos we had unleashed with our carelessness. There was nothing we could do apart from watching helplessly as the Grand Factor choked on his own blood. With one final breath, his body stopped convulsing, going completely limp.
"Shit," muttered Donald. "This wasn't a part of the agenda."
"You don't say…." I replied sarcastically but got no response from a somewhat shell-shocked Donald.
We had just killed a man without meaning to.
The crowd remained completely silent for a beat, but the calm only lasted a few moments. Seconds after the Grand Master breathed his last, chaos struck with full force. Men, elves, dwarves, and a smattering number of sea folk all screamed and scattered, tripping over each other as they tried to escape the unseen killer, who they feared could strike again at any moment.
