Jahi PoV
The carnage wrought by the Skorpionkin woman and her contingent of soldiers was made even more apparent as we entered the palace, the screaming and shouting echoing around the elaborate building letting us know just how brutal the woman had pushed her soldiers to be.
Praetor's lay dead around the entryway, their bodies broken and bleeding from the powerful swings of her Gurz and the weapons of the troops.
Some clung desperately to life, murmuring painfully as we entered, their eyes hollow as they searched for escape.
Walking through the corpse filled hall, I took in the golden palace and the various velvet cushions, gemstone clad furniture and portraits, decorative weaponry, stained glass...
The entire palace oozed unwarranted opulence, moving from a display of wealth and power and instead being a temple to vanity and waste.
