Isaias moved like sunset lightning.

The walls gave way as he wrenched the manacles free. Then he screamed. It lanced across Pit's ears like a primal blade. The sound wasn't rage. It wasn't pain. It wasn't triumph. It was all of those things together, a golem of terrifying, overpowering emotion.

Isaias caught Argo with his elbow and snapped the child's neck. Then he fell onto the bayonet waiting on the end of Tristan's upturned walking stick.

His death was ...