Simon's corpse lay beside the eastern grate.
Black veins covered his neck and disappeared beneath the Hazard garment. His limbs were still, his chest no longer rose, and the light within his sky-blue eyes had faded until nothing remained.
A promising life had ended without ceremony.
At least, that was what the Fifth Needle saw.
The vice-leader stared at the corpse with slightly wide eyes. Confusion and fear passed through his expression.
He did not understand why Blackmoon had entered the chamber.
He also did not understand how a Minor Archfiend had infiltrated Black Horn.
He had so many questions, but everything was happening way too fast for him to comprehend. Ever since Sonya destroyed their cell, the world just seemed to be moving at super sonic speed in his eyes.
The Fifth Needle rose from beside Simon and looked down at him with open disdain.
"What a waste."
His tone contained no pity.
