Duncan gazed at Gunther's pale face, a smirk playing across his lips. "Quite impressive, that ability of yours. Shadows..." he mused, his voice tinged with genuine curiosity. With a sickening squelch, he withdrew his hand from Gunther's chest, allowing the knight's lifeless body to crumple to the ground.
Holding out his hand, Duncan examined it with clinical interest. A black, inky substance clung to his skin, slowly sinking into his flesh. He cast a final glance at Gunther's corpse. "What a shame. You would have made an excellent disciple."
At the edge of the rooftop, Randal and Reggie stood frozen, their shock rapidly giving way to unbridled fury. Their eyes bled red, fangs elongating as rage consumed them. 'Gunther... our brother... gone?' The thought echoed in their minds, fueling their wrath.
