[Hunt complete.]
[Sin acquired: +9.6.]
[Current Sin: 53.16 / 160.]
Death Crow pushed its hunger toward him, but a derivative type couldn't be taken into the First Hunting Ground anyway, and this one had left behind no Core and no arcane material.
Completely useless as a capture.
Raphael simply fed the soul directly to the weapon, as payment for the activations he'd been running, keeping the harpy elder's soul in reserve.
The weapon had been fed. It would quiet down for a while.
He turned back to the body.
The black membrane was pulling away from the surface, retreating like a tide going out, peeling off the pale skin beneath, and then gathering itself back into the black robe still draped across the corpse.
Alp's Shadow lay on the floor inside it, convulsing, the contract violation working through every layer of whatever passed for his physiology.
The invisible punishment had stripped away his capacity for resistance entirely.
