Leo walked through the shattered wooden gates of Tidefall.
In his right hand, he held the severed head of Commander Thorne by the thick leather helmet straps. Hot, dark blood dripped continuously from the jagged neck stump.
It hit the cobblestones with wet, heavy splatters. A literal red trail painted the street behind his black combat boots.
Leo didn't even put the screaming scattering citizens in his eyes. Merchants and peasants scrambled in absolute terror, diving into alleys and violently slamming their wooden doors and window shutters.
Leo stopped walking for a brief second beside Ryana's sleek chestnut mare. Miss Ryana sat elegantly in the saddle, her hands trembling slightly as she stared at the bloody head dangling from his grip.
Leo carefully wiped the thick, dark blood from his left hand onto his leather coat. He didn't want to stain her.
