Bab 622: Chapter 136.12 - The Hunt [Interlude]

The moment Zharokath's trembling hand drove the dagger into his chest, a sickening spurting sound filled the air as blood erupted from the wound, dark and viscous, staining the floor beneath him. His body jerked violently for a split second, and then, as if all the life had been drained from him in an instant, he collapsed.

The blade had pierced his heart. His eyes, once filled with terror, now stared lifelessly ahead, dull and empty, like glass marbles that had lost their luster. His body lay motionless, a grotesque reminder of his final, pitiful act of surrender.

I stood over him, watching as his blood spread across the stone floor in slow, creeping tendrils. The sound of his labored, fading breath echoed faintly in the room.

"Hrrrr...Hrrr..."

His breath, filled with a hurling sound echoed.