Everyone stared at the head that had been placed neatly in front of them. It took a second for the realisation to hit them.
"A Dullahan??!" The Grand Marshal jumped to his feet, his hands already on his blade.
A dullahan was by no means a weak creature, among the undead, they were a powerful force to recon with, capable of ripping down knights like wheat in harvest.
Zora walked up to the head and stared down at it. It was like a rotten humanoid head encased in a steel helm.
"Hehehe…" she cackled. "The mighty Dullahan looked so stupid."
"Zora, didn't you say the word 'stupid' was improper to use?" Feyre tilted her head slightly.
Zora glanced up, still smiling. "It depends, baby girl, when it comes to idiots like this, you can use as many crass words as you like!"
Alya stroked her chin as she watched her, her brows furrowed, while Alex walked to him, his eyes alternating between the Dullahan and Eliron, his face twisted with disgust.
