THUD!
The ground shook as the remains of the monstrous, metal-plated elephant were lowered by hundreds of soldiers who had transported it there with great difficulty. Victor stood with a stoic expression, scanning the tangled metal remains.
"We've brought it, as requested, sir," Drakhairs reported, bowing slightly.
Victor nodded and drifted closer, scrutinizing the wreckage, his gaze sharp as he searched for something.
Drakhairs followed, curious about what Victor hoped to find.
"If you're looking for who killed this thing, then... it was the Sovereign—" Drakhairs paused abruptly as Victor's piercing stare cut him off.
"Who told you it was the Sovereign?" Victor's voice was low and icy. "It was me, Drakhairs... It was me."
Drakhairs blinked, momentarily taken aback, wondering if Victor was simply trying to take credit. His thoughts barely formed before Victor spoke again, "No, I'm not taking credit. Your face just makes it too obvious."
