He let out a [i]gurk![/i] as his body limply fell to the floor in front of Zane. His head smacked across the ground as a rushing pool of blood already began to form out from his body. The crimson liquid looked like wine as it spread out around Tywin, seeping into the cracks of the palace. And at that moment, it was quiet. All Zane could hear was the wind of the mountains beating up against the castle he stood in. It was over.