Staring down on the Goliath's corpse, Aito decapitated its ugly head, checking for a pulse. You never know with those unpredictable things. That one had been a real coward, so it might have feigned death.
'Pulse checked,' he thought, kicking the disgusting head away like a soccer ball.
A blue light left the fearmonger's body as he activated Reaper of Souls, absorbing the level 3 soul core. Since it wasn't a level 2 soul, it would still need a normal digestion process that would take some time.
Aito turned towards the exhausted challengers still lying on the floor, unable to move. Sheyla and George physically looked fine, in need of rest more than treatment.
He couldn't care less about Sam and Roisin, but their injuries didn't seem life-threatening either. As far as he could tell, only two challengers were mortally wounded.
