The High Elder plummeted like a comet falling from space, crashing squarely in between the World Tree and the Elven Forest surrounding it. A small crater broke through the magic-rich soil and numerous cracks spread out from the centre of the unmoving Vampire. Yet, oddly enough, the man wasn't dead just yet.
As I descended from the skies, I could see a faint flicker of life coming from the High Elder. It was very slight, like a lonesome candle on a howling Winter's night, but it was still an ember of life.
With the Purple God's serpent spear sticking out from his stomach, the High Elder was impaled deep into the ground with nowhere to go, so I wasn't worried he might escape. No, given the state the man was in, I didn't need to worry even if he ran.
