"All this…" the Bloodkin said, gesturing broadly at everything. "Meaningless."
Yara appeared beside Lorn, floating casually on her shield. There was her bunker behind her, preventing the giants' severed parts from merging.
"The Lord will come," the Bloodkin continued. "He will paint this world in red. This vast nothingness… this vast… whiteness… soon."
The Bloodkin were quite talkative. Sadly, they only talked about one thing - the Lord that was going to paint the world red. So since Yara was ready, there was no need for Lorn to listen any further.
He held up a few rocks before him and shot them quietly at the Bloodkin. A veil of blood appeared and blocked the rocks. Normally, something like that shouldn't be enough to stop Lorn's stone bullets, but the blood that the Bloodkin used was nothing like normal blood.
