Rainier swung his greatsword down with hardly any effort, parting a head from the shoulders of its owner.
He did it without any emotion on his face, even though part of him knew that it was cruel. He had performed cruelties before, after all, no matter that they had been against his will. The people he killed today were cruel as well. The once-masters of Dorred - a dead, hollow corpse of a city carved from the marrow of a world tree's trunk. How many hundreds had they sent to die against Maledict, thinking themselves beyond reprisal?
He cut the head off a woman, and only belatedly noticed her black hair and elven features. A sight that filled him with regret, remembering Malz. Then, his role done, he went to stand behind Maledict on the small throne that had been set up behind the execution grounds.
