Ice exploded from Rantou's chest, freezing his heart in an instant. He staggered, breath frosting the air, sword dropping from numb fingers. He turned slowly, meeting her eyes one last time.
"Well played," he said softly, before collapsing, armor ringing hollow as it hit the floor.
The remaining guards froze.
For a long moment, none moved. Then, one by one, they lowered their weapons and stepped back, their purpose extinguished with their captain.
Luna stood still, listening to her heartbeat slow.
She looked past Rantou's fallen body toward the grand staircase ahead. Dark streaks stained the banister, leading upward. Fresh. Leading toward the private quarters.
Her grip tightened on her staff.
"I'm coming," she murmured, not knowing whether she spoke to Rosemund or to the woman held above.
Then she climbed.
