Zarah stepped forward and lowered herself to one knee before setting what she carried gently on the ground in front of me. Up close, there was no mistaking it anymore.
They were exactly what I thought they were.
Heads.
The severed heads of the elite Varukan, their expressions frozen in the last moments of fear and defiance, the cuts clean and precise enough to speak volumes about how quickly their ends had come.
"These are the heads of the elite Varukan we killed, Chief," Zarah said evenly, her tone steady and professional. "We made sure to track down every single fleeing Varukan and put an end to them, just as you commanded."
I stared at them for a moment longer than necessary, my thoughts scrambling to catch up with the situation.
"Wow…" I finally said the word, slipping out more awkwardly than I would've liked. "Good job."
It wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind when I gave the order.
