Elita took a deep breath before glaring at the orifice on the wall. She had expected the old geezer to say something – to spout some remark about how she was still a fake Paladin Champion despite the display of her strength just now. However, no words came forth. The shadow she could see was still – unmoving.
"He's dead," Skullius said, answering Elita's unspoken question. "Well, at least he's no longer residing in that body. The life energy in him just ran out."
"I see," Elita said and she stowed her weapons. "I'm not surprised the nine would do all this with their lust for control, but they went too far when they imprisoned the souls of the Champions who fought for them."
"Seems to me like they chose to stand with the… nine, first though," Skullius said.
Elita looked defiant.
"Yes, but they wouldn't have known they were being led astray. It's not their fault," she said, her voice growing smaller with each word she said.
