Heads flew.
Sickles made from the surrounding mist appeared on the neck of every living Nox present in the area. Before they could even react, their heads had been separated from their bodies.
'Don't let them escape.'
The mist pressed down against the Earth, swallowing up the inky remains of the Nox and disallowing them from being reborn.
The Nox didn't deserve rebirth, whether it was through their own convoluted method or the true Cycle of Samsara.
'I'll sentence the lot of you to purgatory.'
Damien's attention turned outward. There were still 10 left alive.
10 Higher Nox for him to kill.
'It's only 10 here, but it's in the hundreds in some of the other fortresses. I need the power to dominate them alone.'
Right now…
Kill.
Eat.
Evolve.
…his old slogan came back to prominence.
A savage grin spread across Damien's face.
"Hahahaha! Come! Show me why you should be feared!"
