Present Day
Sylvin dragged the king’s body to the centre of the floor and used a sword to finish the job that Rielle had started in slitting Beiwarin’s throat, severing the king’s head.
“What are you going to do with that?” The blue dragon, Sepher, wondered following on Sylvin’s heels as he had done since the battle that had culminated with the king’s death. The injured were being tended to by human healers, and bodies were being removed.
There would be trouble soon, Sylvin predicted. They might have taken the king, but they were only a small group in the midst of the enemy, and it was just a matter of time until the Zendayins rallied and attacked.
He needed to prepare to defend the red dragons and their eggs.
“Send a message,” Sylvin replied to the blue’s question.
“How do you send a message with a head?”