So the attempts all failed.
The starless eyes flashed in the darkness.
Now waiting is the only option left. Again.
Or maybe not. With the spider specialist gone again, the time is ripe for a few attacks, since there is now a steady flow of messages between the group and the King. Let us now draw the dear prince back to the palace, back into the open. Back into danger. Back to see death, to know his name. Our name.
Back to face his end like the weakling he is.
A slow smile twisted the thin lips grotesquely.
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