There it was—the lifeless body of the mighty third-ranker, looking just as dead as the thousands he'd slaughtered. Not much difference between them now, was there?
Damian canceled his invisible box spell, and Threadripper hit the snow-covered ground beneath. He sensed others approaching slowly, giving him little time. Instantly, he placed his hand on the dead Transcendent and stored the body inside his spatial storage, his only plan being to burn it if that didn't work. Fortunately, it did. He had taken him out with both his golden rapiers, leaving no trace behind in the dark, enclosed space.
Damian walked out through the same entrance he had used earlier and headed toward the four figures approaching him. Tristan and Aramis were supporting their injured companions, now somewhat healed. Lysandrea still looked the worst off, barely able to walk on her own. The pugilist, however, with his stronger body, was doing relatively better after downing some potions.
