Your arrival heralds my freedom!
Murphy, my brother.
Finally, I can stop worrying. You can take those people away and I will find a way to escape.
I know Dusk won't let me go that easily,
but it doesn't matter!
As long as you let me go, I can find my own way to survive."
"How did you communicate with them?"
Murphy didn't confirm nor deny, instead he asked:
"Are their people still in Transylvania?"
"You! What are you going to do?"
Zivig was terrified. He grabbed his face and screamed:
"No, I can't reveal. It's a topic that cannot be mentioned!"
This answer made Murphy laugh. He pulled a scorpion lion's tail stinger from the bag of psychic energy stress balls at his fingertip and approached Zivig like a ghost. He gripped Zivig's head and smashed it onto the stone table.
As Zivig's head split open, blood splattering around, his screaming left hand was pulled onto the table. As the scorpion's stinger was lifted, his blood-drenched index finger flew off.
