Dead silence. No one spoke a word.
The First's head tilted slightly. Just slightly. But that tiny movement made the Third's bladder twitch in betrayal.
"…He died?" the First repeated, the look in his eyes enough to kill many.
The Second's fan lowered a fraction. Her gaze sharpened. "He died just like that inside your own domain? From just your torture?"
The Sixth cackled. "Damn, Third! I knew you were incompetent, but killing the target by accident? That's next level!"
The Third forced out an unhinged laugh. "Ha ha ha! Yeah well… you know me… overachiever…"
Twenty daggers immediately pointed at his throat. He froze again. The First took a single step forward. "If he died, then where are his things? We need that item from the Fairy King's tomb."
