Shye was exhilarated.
The bastard, who had always been one step ahead of him in terms of intelligence warfare and deceit, was twitching pathetically in front of him, foaming at the mouth, and his vital status—unknown.
He didn't know whether Kiin was dead or alive—most likely the former—but he couldn't care less.
Revenge was served.
Brain damage was very difficult even for priests and priestesses to cure completely, so even if Kiin somehow managed to live through his full-powered hurl, the guy was bound to suffer.
What was more important for Shye now was his safety.
His [Fallen] skills had timed out, and while he could still hold his own against all the Soul Warriors, he was certain that his stamina reserves wouldn't last until he could wipe them all out.
Furthermore, the two eldest hawklings were annoyingly proficient in combat.
