Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
The blades continued to tear the monster's body apart until Wain decided to finish it. He snapped his fingers and the blades dissipated into clots of dark energy that headed toward him.
The monster fell to the ground as dark blood gushed from its many wounds, staining the ashy ground red. The monster didn't look at Wain until the very last moment, he died staring at the half-destroyed moon as though it was the only witness to his death in this lifeless place.
Tap.
The monster's hand touched the ground, his eyes closed as a huge amber soul flew out of his chest that was much larger than any other Wain had encountered before.
"How beautiful..." Wain muttered in a faint voice as he stepped forward.
He walked over to the shower, touched it, and sighed lightly. The soul shuddered and shattered into hundreds of golden threads that flew apart, looking for a new place where their energy would come in handy.
