They were all excellent psychics.
They knew exactly what would happen here after they cast their spells!
"Hmm, my friend, I will of course relieve you of this cruel pain, that's why I'm here."
Murphy bent down and gently pressed onto the head of the howling Jackal Barbarian beneath him. He saw chaotic light swelling and consuming the beast's eyes.
This indicated that the creature's spirit was on the brink of collapse.
Compared to the pain its body endured, its spirit was slipping into oblivion.
If Murphy were to ignore it, it likely wouldn't die, but turning into a mad vampire witnessed throughout the Blood Eagle Corridor would be its fate.
As a merciful lord, Murphy didn't want this to happen, so he swiftly decapitated the Jackal Barbarian with one swift stroke of a necessary evil's humming blade.
He heard a clear, relaxing moan as the creature took its final breath.
