She looked up at Heena, her mouth opening and closing like a suffocating fish. Her shattered mind simply couldn't process it. How had this woman just executed her through the bars of a maximum-security prison?
Heena looked down at the dying tyrant with total, unbroken apathy. With a casual flick of her wrist, Heena tossed the bloody, square-shaped silver blade through the iron bars. It landed with a dull clink right next to the Empress's convulsing body.
Then, Heena took a step back into the corridor, her face perfectly composed, and raised her voice so it would echo all the way to the guard stations.
"Guards!" Heena shouted, her tone laced with a flawless imitation of cold shock. "Come quickly! The Empress has killed herself!"
Heavy, armored boots thundered down the damp stone corridor.
