Zaccai bowed and accepted the order, his manner respectful. "Your servant will deploy the clandestine watch immediately and keep the Sylvan Kin's movements under constant surveillance. Not the smallest detail will be missed..."
Alaric slowly leaned back against the black throne and closed his eyes a fraction. A brutal aura coiled around him, thick enough to make the empty space feel crowded. His fingertips struck the armrest in a steady pattern, again and again.
Within the dead-still great hall, each tap sounded harsh, like a silent countdown marking off the moments until revenge.
Outside the windows, the twin uncanny moons of the Sixteenth Firmament hung high in the night sky. One shone cold silver-white. The other burned a strange dark red. Their two-colored moonlight spilled over the gilded dome of the celestial great hall, reflecting a hard, icy gleam as the air of slaughter spread through the entire domain.
Alaric slowly opened his eyes and stared into the two-colored night beyond the window.
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