"Saint Child!"
A member of the Blood Race on a tall building stared, their eyes splitting with rage. They could no longer sense Pansi's presence; the Soul within that vessel had shattered and crumbled, leaving behind an empty shell.
Less than three minutes into the battle, the Saint Child had fallen. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the Blood Race. Pansi was their backbone and commander; without his orders, they were nothing but a demoralized, disorganized mob.
Many of the Blood Race instinctively wanted to retreat, but the Spirit of the End had previously manipulated a Prince into issuing an inviolable iron law of the Blood Race: only by killing their enemies could they be freed from the law's shackles. Violating it meant certain death.
