What was a graveyard? A collection of bodies? A place of sorrow and longing? The undeniable truth, however, was that it was an amalgamation of Azrael herself. A tangible thing that could be grasped. A small, a view, a taste, a feeling. Twelve corpses, thirty corpses…
"You were excellent test subjects. Die with that knowledge."
Sixty corpses. Sixty deaths. Blood and smoke filled the nose. Chandeliers had fallen and toppled bodies. It was a massacre.
Dasha Pang's black lightning-charged gauntlets crushed the skull that had already been ripped from its spine, turning the blood and bone to smoke. His Qi Sense was momentarily inactive. His ears were not and he could hear rapid footsteps from the entrance.
Crackles of black energy spread across him. 'I can't activate Tarnkappe's invisibility.'
A consequence of creating this graveyard.
"W-what the hell!? What happened here!"
