The severed head of Whisper rolled to a stop at Azel's feet.
The dead man's eyes were wide open, frozen in a look that was somewhere between shock and pure, primal fear.
It was very satisfying to see the man like that for him, after all Whisper had been one of the characters he hated geniunely from the bottom of his heart.
In the game, Whisper had been one of the most infuriating bosses.
A lowly gifted assassin at first glance, but given enough time, he evolved — refining his so-called Assassin's Code art with daggers until he was an unstoppable shadow.
He'd eventually go toe-to-toe with the main character and nearly kill him… only to die in a ridiculous display of plot armor.
But that served him right, he was an annoying man… How does one monologue about their past and still strike you down with a hit that'll take half of your HP?!!!
"I've always wanted to one-shot you," Azel muttered with a grin.
He'd spent hours — no, days on his old runs trying to beat this guy.
