Chapter B4 - Epilogue
The city of Kenmor burned.
Exhausted, yet filled with a strange energy that wouldn’t let him rest, Tyron watched the destruction from within the tower. It had been a full week since the Gold ranks had been set free, and they had been on a rampage ever since.
From his window, he counted six separate fires. The docks had gone up yesterday, a conflagration that had spread remarkably quickly given the proximity of water. Smoke still rose from that quarter, a few buildings still aflame no doubt.
“It’s not as bad as you think,” Worthy said, walking up behind his nephew and placing a hand on his shoulder. “The docks are still on fire? You’d think with all the water…”
“Not as bad, how?” Tyron cut him off, expressionless.
This high up, it was possible to avoid the worst of the smell, but the scent of smoke, ash and blood still hung thick in the air. At street level, it must have been unbearable.
“Not as many dead as I’d thought,” Worthy replied, scratching at his cheek. “Some of the Slayers had enough sense to help evacuate the city, and some of the residents had enough sense to join the riots. Every guard post, Marshal office and Noble residence has been ripped to the ground, and it wasn’t just the Slayers who did it.”
Did it ease his conscience, to hear there had been fewer innocents caught up in his vengeance than expected? Not at all, since it hadn’t bothered him in the first place. At least he could say it was a good thing. He had no wish to see people suffer needlessly, it was simply impossible to achieve his goals any other way.
Worthy looked at his nephew with concern. Despite his best efforts to stuff food into the boy, he hadn’t eaten enough over the last week, had barely slept either. All he’d wanted to do was work, work, work.