Lord Tencelion wasn't even given the chance to scream in pain – his body corroded so fast that it was already a half-melted skeleton when he tried to crawl up on all fours.
*KSHHHHHHH*
...and even those pitiful remains wasted away into the pink puddle the next second...
"Tsk. Telorius got away. Be a doll and finish the job while I reactivate the collars of our cute little commoner doggies~"
"Yes, ma'am!"
From the vantage point of the tower, a black-haired woman with a jet-black crystal embedded in her forehead clicked her tongue at the scene down below and caressed the shoulder of a burly gold-haired man in heavily enchanted armor.
The woman walked off to the side where a device, very similar to the ones that some soldiers of Atreterve nation were carrying, and began channeling her magic into it.
