He thrust the dagger into the upper body and it stopped struggling. The bright blue eyes lost their terrifying glow. The king picked up the weakly burning torch from the floor and set the other part of the corpse on fire. The rancid smell of rot and decay was replaced with the stench of charred flesh which quickly disappeared as soon as only ashes were left from the previously moving cadaver. Torrhen finally released his breath and let out a sigh of relief. The whole hall was silent. Some of the lords and ladies looked shaken, while others had grim expressions upon their hardened faces. Gods, did this mean that the Long Night was coming?