Kai slowly pulled his sword out from the lying body. The moment the blade slid free, thick blood coated his golden sword, dripping onto the floor in heavy, sticky drops.
Kai blankly stared at the blood for a long moment, his grip tightening around the hilt as if grounding himself with it. Then he turned to Xara, whose body was stiff, eyes wide, staring at him with a furious expression that trembled between rage and disbelief.
Of course, she would be furious. Even if she had done wrong—even if this mess was her fault—her creation... her precious work of fifteen long years... was now lying dead before her eyes like a discarded toy.
Was she supposed to feel happy about that? Smile and nod like nothing happened?
Would she feel peace knowing what she had built was destroyed in an instant?
Kai shook his head slowly, the taste of bitterness on his tongue. "I cannot believe you're looking at me like I was the one at fault here," he said in a quiet, trembling voice.
