The eldest assassin gasped, clutching his chest. His contracted fiend had just been instantly obliterated, causing a massive, agonizing backlash directly to his soul-tether.
A gigantic, semi-transparent Spectral-Serpent materialized from the shadows above Captain Kael.
It was slowly unhinging its massive jaw, swaying its head back and forth as if deciding which of the remaining intruders looked the most appetizing...
In the Demonic Sect, high-ranking enforcers possessed a terrifyingly twisted sense of theatrics, which they utilized to break the minds of their prey before claiming their lives.
Without a shred of hesitation, the green-haired cultist planted his heavy boots solidly onto the obsidian floor, reversed his grip on his highly toxic dagger, and viciously lunged directly at Captain Kael's throat.
Captain Kael didn't even draw his halberd. He simply stepped back half a pace, letting the blade slice through empty air.
