My lord Zaros... He... He can't be... Gone.
He felt nothing. No anger, no fear, only a crippling chill where his heart should have been.
Then he remembered Captain Bard. The young officer who had tutored him,
raised him
, at the Divine Palace, even when his own kind were too busy dying in foreign wars to care. He had been a firm master out of necessity, for how else would he have survived training two Mahjarrat?
He taught me how to pray... He taught me to love Zaros.
Then Jhallan's words fully registered with him.
He slew everyone in the Divine Palace. He slew Zaros. He slew Bard.
A single word found its way to his pale lips, slipping forth like an oiled serpent. He spat it out, disgusted with the venomous snake of a name that he had allowed so close to his heart.
"
Zamorak...
"
A black rage gripped his heart, a darkness he had never known before. It was cold, and it was painful. Tears welled in his eyes. But it was
something
, something to feel, something to hold onto. His fingers returned Ictalia's pressure, and in that touch Azzanadra tried to find solace, but he could not. The dark chill radiated from somewhere deep within his chest, and he found his limbs tensed for action. What action, he could not say.
What do I do?
A faint sound drew his attention, a stifled sob. Turning, he caught sight of Ictalia. All his life Azzanadra had known her, this daring, irreverent girl. The last place he'd ever expect to find her was at the chapel, save when Bard dragged her there. And yet now, her frost-white features might as well have been etched from stone. No smiles, no scowls, nothing, save a lone tear that ran down her bony cheek.
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