Woosh
Althera landed in front of Robin's Guard residence, and immediately furrowed her brows as she sensed a sudden explosion of soul force.
With two lightning-quick, purposeful strides, she crossed the threshold of the residence. The sight that greeted her was both horrifying and strangely satisfying. Barok, the persistent troublemaker, was pinned in place like a lifeless, antiquated puppet.
The sound of bones cracking and his blood sizzling in the air reached her ears, a grotesque symphony that elicited an involuntary shiver. A small, guilty sense of relief curled within her chest, after all, this was the same scoundrel who had recently arrogantly informed her of her "failures."
He had boasted earlier today that she had managed to stop three Royal Soul Masters whom she contracted, claiming now that they served him exclusively. And as if that were not enough, he demanded she pay quadruple the usual price if she wanted her soul borrowings to continue flowing normally.
