Adam stood amidst the carnage in the ruined courtyard of the Baron's mansion. The headless body of the Baron lay nearby, his severed head resting beside it.
Lucas, the Baron's son, was kneeling on the ground a short distance away, clutching his broken arm and bleeding from numerous shallow cuts, sobbing over his father's death.
The few remaining soldiers were either dead, pinned to the wall, or likely buried under the rubble of the collapsed mansion. Alina watched from near the gate, trembling with a mixture of fear and awe.
Adam turned his empty white eyes towards Lucas. He walked over to the grieving young man and stopped in front of him. Lucas looked up, his face streaked with tears and blood, expecting death.
