Irron coughs up blood onto his lips, his brows crinkle in confusion when his arms lose their strength and drift away from her head. Mora grabs onto his shoulders shoves him off. She stands in time to watch the life drain out of his eyes. She spits the last of his blood from her mouth, wiping it off on the back of her arm.

All around her, soldiers drop their weapons, snapping out of the enchantment that Irron's blood had over them. They fall to their knees, arms up in surrender. Shouts of victory ring out across the field but Mora doesn't care; she stumbles over to Rick's body. Refusing...