The fist of Immortui had gone right through Quinn's chest, and the blood crystal was now in his hand. Just from touching the outside, Immortui could feel the energy from within. His hands were slightly shaking.
'This power, it's power that has been cultivated for an incredibly long time. You must have been through a lot to have gotten so strong in such a short amount of time. It is a shame that your journey ended here.'
When Immortui's arm was pulled out, the lifeless body of Quinn fell to the floor. Blood was dripping from the hole in his chest, soaking the ground beneath it, and his eyes showed no sign of life.
As a god closely connected between life and death, he knew for sure that Quinn had perished, and he was no longer something to worry about. However, having followed the race of vampires, a creation that he had made, he did know one thing.
