Vaughn's chest no longer rose and fell. His eyes remained open, cracks running through them, and a trace of regret lingered on his face. “He's dead.”
"He's dead," Samael Night Song said. Even his soul had dissipated.
In the end, they had learned nothing useful from the interrogation... except that the Moon Elf was still alive.
Annan felt little satisfaction at having his revenge. Vaughn had shown him no hostility, and the impression he left was contradictory. It was almost as if... they hadn't done any of this to start a war.
But why else would a group of humans wreak havoc throughout the Elven Royal Court and slaughter its residents? If it was revenge, they could have said so openly instead of hiding behind evasions.
No matter how noble their ideals, the indiscriminate killing of innocents was unacceptable.
In any case... the trail had gone cold, but they had gained a few small things.
Annan knew Irilanze was alive. Elder Ares knew the attackers were tied to the Paem Kingdom and that they were plotting something new.
“I'll tell the Elders' Council what we've learned.” Elder Ares left with a grim expression. He said nothing about Annan standing outside the cell where he was supposed to be, tacitly allowing him to continue.
The trail had gone cold, but Annan had no intention of stopping.
Irilanze was alive, but perhaps not for long. Even the Summoning Spell couldn't bring her back. Her condition couldn't be good.
And to understand the power behind Vaughn, he needed to understand the Paem Kingdom.
Annan only knew Prince Aidan. As someone from the kingdom, he was suspicious too... but what reason would he have to do this?
Could the Paem Kingdom be the true mastermind...
“I'm going back to Envoy Village,” Annan said. He