Chapter 179 - The Buried Secrets of Valtheon

In her quarters, Sylara stood by herself, motionless and icy, the smell of burning linen and alcohol lingering in the air. Her power had flared in a moment of wrath, leaving Babek's lifeless form sprawled near her bed, his skin scorched and colorless, his blood poured into the carpet. Either she hadn't intended to murder him, or maybe she had in the back of her mind. Although she was aware that she couldn't let his body decay here, she also couldn't summon her witches. Even among her own, trust was a delicate thing that she couldn't afford to break. She waited, each hour dragging on interminably until nightfall had arrived and the palace lights had gone out. She quickly covered Babek's body with a dark linen cloak, tying the edges securely to hide every bit of him. It took her longer than she thought because she wasn't used to working with dead weight. Eventually, she pulled him up, using all her might, and slid out of her room and into the dim secret hallway she used alone.