The Dragon’s Eye

Lacotl’s lips peeled back to reveal his yellowed teeth like the snarl of a rabid dog. Perhaps recalling the twenty-six women he murdered and the four soldiers who died capturing him.
A sour tang grew in Aihi’s mouth.
“Oh, Princess, so much anger! Let it free, let it free!” Lacotl yanked his chains, purple flecks of ki appearing near his wrists. The metal glowed white-hot and absorbed the energy.
“So keen to die?” she said.
Blood-tinged slobber trickled from Lacotl’s lips and chin. He deserved worse than death, but so far, he revelled in the guards’ punishments. He offered no information on his motives for sacrificing so many of the Goddess Shirashi’s devout, or about the Dragon’s Eye. Killing him