บท 129: war

The Dowager Grand Matriarch is dead.

Her head rolled to the feet of her previous first mate.

The Gyros rushed forward and devoured the body, tearing off the four golden wings that had lost their lustre.

The head that rolled not too far from where he stood. He looked down at it a moment before lifting his foot and crushed it underneath.

The thrilling feel of her head becoming much caused his hearts to speed up in pleasure before it once again ceased beating.

The cave where the now dead Dowager grand matriarch had dwelled in for over two hundred years, once filled with many servants of various species, was now dyed with the different colours of blood.

They're wailing, screams, and begging were all silenced.

The form of Bikari felt strange. He had taken over this Lyrical long ago in his youth, but the remaining soul still fought.