The Sea Spirit Witch had Earl Roserolf by the throat, her eyes filled with murderous intent. "You know you deserve to die, don't you?"
Earl Roserolf tried to speak a few words to her, but his voice was so weak that the Sea Spirit Witch could not make out what he was saying.
Amid the torrential rain, a look of scorn crossed the Sea Spirit Witch's eyes. With a forceful twist, she snapped his neck, ending his life. "Not sure what you were trying to say before you died, but I don't think it was worth listening to. Die."
Watching from a distance, a minion of the Black Death burst into hearty laughter. "Humans, such pitiful creatures."
"So fragile, so weak, just like bugs that I can squash with a little effort."
The Sea Spirit Witch turned to look at him, her eyes flashing with disgust that even surpassed her loathing for Earl Roserolf. "Laughable. You think you have the right to ridicule him? Are you laughing at his fifty steps despite taking a hundred yourself?"
