"Ahhhhhhhh!"
The shrill screams of agony echoed incessantly throughout the prison cage.
Yet at the entrance, old steward Franz and his companions stood expressionless. For those like them, who spent their years battling dark creatures, none of these entities were worthy of sympathy. Better if they were dead, even better if they died a gruesome death under torturous pain.
Standing at the entrance to the cage, watching the dark creatures inside squirming and struggling to their deaths like maggots, they strangely found some sense of satisfaction.
Olay felt a sense of relief; these undying evil spirits had finally met their nemesis. Tortured, squeezed, inflicted with pain - just like these evil spirits tormented ordinary humans. It was pure poetic justice.
Every scream from the dark creatures was like music to their ears.
Clatter...
A mangled skeleton the size of a human infant fell to the ground, emitting a white mist-like aura.
A black boot stepped on the skeleton.
