The banquet hall was so silent you could hear the blood dripping off the table on the stone floor.
Drip!
Drip!
Drip!
The sound echoed off in the room that was filled with the iron smell of blood and faeces.
The Blackfang Bandits still stood in their place behind the corpses of the nobles. The surviving men in the room were trembling violently under the tables, praying that Leo wouldn't snap his fingers again.
But Leo wasn't looking at them.
He was standing by the table completely still.
His eyes were unfocused, staring into empty space, and a faint grin plastered on his face.
To the outside world, he looked like a statue, until he slowly sat down on the chair.
"What is he doing?" Ryana whispered to herself, unsure as to what was happening to Leo.
On the other hand, Belladonna looked at Seraphine. the two of them exchanged glances and without a word, they moved.
