"Your idea isn't bad!" Batana's voice tolled like a death knell in Zarra's ears. She instinctively stepped back, and the dagger in her hand clattered to the ground.
"Ma... Matron?" Zarra looked toward the spot where Batana had just fallen. Nothing had changed, and the old woman, with all her overwhelming power, still lay motionless on the ground.
"What on earth..."
Zarra's words weren't finished when her sister had already rushed to her. Zilvra seized the moment of distraction of the Drow priest and launched her attack. Full of energy, she struck Zarra with the hilt of her sword. The already scarred Drow woman finally fell, and the spell in her hand dissipated, just like her ambition to become the matron. She collapsed onto the pile of Dark Elf corpses, eyes shut tight, barely breathing.
Decades, even a century of waiting, evaporated with that single blow.
