"You wanted my power, I'll give you my power!" The heads of the elven warriors exploded one after the other in a gruesome crescendo.
Fountains of blood gushed from their necks that grew even taller when their bodies crumpled like trash squeezed by a compactor. The broken bones snapped and crunched, turning living beings into meat sacks in a few excruciating seconds.
Morok had to stop fighting and started puking.
'How can that be chore Spirit Magic?' He could see with Life Vision countless tendrils infused with light magic that transferred every drop of stolen blood and life force to the flaming blade.
"You were willing to take our lives so we are taking yours in compensation!" Solus shrieked in fury, trying her best to replicate what she had seen her Soul Projection doing and mixing it with Creation Magic.
