Chapter 442 - The Take Over (1)

The world fell quiet as Lyan stood over the trembling, broken form of Lord Alstan Ferindale. The once-proud noble now lay sprawled against the cool marble of his shattered hall, coughing up blood and whimpering for mercy. His silk robes were torn and stained with soot, the fine embroidery reduced to ragged threads. Rings that once glittered on his pudgy fingers were gone, lost in the scuffle and scattered like worthless pebbles across the flaming ruins. The faint crackle of distant fires lent a feverish glow to the scene, painting the stones in wavering shades of orange and black.