"Between you and me, it might be about time to snuff out that little problem- don't you think?" echoes Soren's words around the room as he prowls forward like a grim shadow of a hunter through the forest, slinking through the trees.
As if hearing his words, shadows coil around his body, readying themselves to decapitate what remains of the white haired abomination that shies before them. Soren is not one to show mercy to the wicked, nor will he ever be.
