Sebastian stood over the corpse of the Thornjaw Striker he had just killed.
His laugh echoed through the empty streets of Shrosi, a deep sound bouncing off the old buildings. It started as a soft chuckle, but quickly got louder and scarier. His eyes shone with a dark joy as the laugh turned into a full cackle.
It was a creepy sound that would scare the heck out of anyone, giving them the chills and making their hair stand on end.
Luckily, or unluckily, there was no one to hear that.
With a quick motion, he extracted the mana cluster from the dead creature, holding it up to the sunlight to study it better.
The rune master treated the item as a treasure, which indeed was.
Sebastian traced a rune in the air, his fingers leaving trails of shimmering mana, as if the space were the man's canvas.
