Elder Larisse, impaled by Caine's spear, limply hung in the air, her world of darkness fading away.
Her body, drenched in blood, was now armless, her stomach torn open, allowing her organs to spill out in waves, mixing with the warmth of her own lifeblood.
Slowly, her bloodied and bruised hands moved to grasp the pole of the spear that impaled her. Her eyes, wide with disbelief, stared into the amused face of the man before her.
"Well, you did say this would be quick, hm?"
There had never been any suspense.
Only anomalies like Adari and Emerys could hope to ever injure him while being relatively close to his own realm. Apart from that, and excluding those with talent equal to his, realms truly didn't matter.
Anything that wasn't a God was cattle to him now.
WHOOOSH!
White flames engulfed Larisse, burning her to ashes, her last moments spent in a vat of endless shock and regret.
