"Let's see… Hmm…" I opened my class interface and scanned the list of souls I had collected thus far. The logic was simple: if I had killed that Curasee during the chaotic battle with the behemoth, their soul would be registered in my list of available summons.
"Oh, you aren't dead yet!"
When the name of the race failed to appear in my Soulers' directory, my eyes shone with a cold, predatory light. It seemed my warriors had uncovered a stowaway.
Damn! How hard was it to kill such a race? To survive being buried inside the heart of a dying dark realm monster while three separate armies tore it apart—that was a level of resilience that bordered on the absurd.
"It was a nice idea to keep hidden here," I said, my voice echoing in the hollowed-out chest cavity of the behemoth. I stepped back, manifesting the controls for my chariot. "But it isn't enough to trick me. You're a loose thread, and I don't like loose threads. Let's kill you once and for all."
