"Megara!" Keylath screamed when she followed Beherath's gaze and saw the lifeless body of her trusted maid. "No. No, no… the girls!"
The crowd parted the second she spun around and darted into the city.
Ambrose turned as well, the iciness in his gaze chilling enough to freeze the entire city and beyond over. His jaw clenched as he watched the Orc woman crumble to her knees, touching her maid's body for any signs of life.
'My lord.' Beherath, who still had Kharzug on one knee, spoke through the Necrotic link. 'My daughters… it must've been Kharzug's men. They—'
'Finish the Rite, Beherath.' Huge feathered white wings erupted out of Ambrose's back, forcing the Elders and warriors around him to take several steps back. 'I'll handle this. And if anyone does anything funny again… kill them after killing their king.'
With one thunderous beat, he exploded into the air, blue flames rocketing out of his boots for added speed.
Meanwhile, Beherath's crimson eyes focused again on Kharzug.
