Chapter 10
And when the God of Gods reigned down after The Division,
the entire universe shuddered.
— The book of Tevye
The Vulture
The Vulture knelt down next to the scattered debris. Splintered wood and half melted steel bars lay all around them. What the hell had happened? The smell of burnt flesh was pungent. Fresh. Whatever had occurred, it had only been a few hours ago.
The Vulture stalked over to one of the bodies lying on the ground. The head was severed from the body. Interesting. The Vulture picked up the head by the hair, inspecting the neck.
“Allow me—” one of The Vulture’s sworn attendants started, walking forward to retrieve the head.
The Vulture raised their free hand, stopping him.
The attendant stopped mid-step and gulped.
The Vulture could feel the fear radiating off the attendant in waves, but they sure as hell didn’t need anyone to coddle them.
The Vulture would be a ruthless leader, any fear of gore and death absent.
They would show their subjects true strength.
“This head was severed by heat, not a blade,” The Vulture muttered to themself. Could the girl really be that powerful, even now? Even under Luciena’s barrier?
“Bring me a satchel,” The Vulture ordered. “We have to pay my little accomplice a visit. Something isn’t adding up here.”