All heads whipped toward the upper balcony where one of Joel's inner disciples – a notorious trafficker known only as Void– staggered into view.
His gloved hands clawed desperately at his throat. His face had turned an unnatural shade of purple.
Foam gathered at the corners of his mouth as his partner screamed helplessly beside him, trying to steady his violently jerking body, until finally he fell off the railing.
The crowd shifted backwards as Void's huge body hit the marble floor below with a sickening crack....dead.
Instantly, panic spreads through the ballroom like wildfire.
Some frightened guests stumbled backwards looking over their shoulders and tossing their champagne glasses on the marble floor for fear of being poisoned.
Guards rushed forward, their expression alarmed and their loyalty divided.
Joel's already darkened face took a deeper shade, his eyes ablaze with unhinged rage.
