Julien had deactivated his Protector State. Both Cain and Lovis were now bound in chains from the neck down, their heads the only thing left unconstrained.
He was relieved to be free of the sorrow his execution ability forced him through. It was never pleasant. But with Purple here now, they could finally put an end to it.
Purple stood before him, holding the Blade of Purity, nearly three feet of it, radiating a blinding light as though the blade itself was impatient to cleanse Cain and Lovis of their impurities.
Purple furrowed her brow and turned to Julien, who still carried the weight of his depression from moments ago, not quite free of it yet.
"Hey… what did you do to them? They won't stop crying."
He shrugged.
"All that matters is what's in their memories. Whatever… just kill them already. I'd like to get some sleep."
Purple held Julien's gaze, her eyes narrowing slowly, as though searching for something she couldn't quite place.
