Sylas' hand seemed to carry the power of the world.
Vaekra hovered in the air, blood leaking out of her eyes and the holes in her body. A deep unwillingness was raging in her Will, but it didn't matter in the slightest.
She hacked up a mouthful of blood, the sound coming out like more of a choke. However, because her face was covered in bone armor, it spilled out through the cracks.
Pitiful was the best way to define it.
Merciless was the best way to describe it.
Her head struggled to turn in Sylas' direction as though to give him one last, venom-filled glance. But she didn't even manage to make it before Sylas' clenched fist opened.
She burst apart, her bone shattering from the inside out.
The density of black fog around Sylas only increased. Extricate pulsed with life, pulling at Vaekra's body.
A large blob of golden Blood Essence took shape in the air, far more substantial than anything Sylas had gathered from the temples, and it only made sense.
