Lyerin stood before Lucius, his gaze sharp, intense, and utterly devoid of pity.
Lucius, dangling upside down by the monstrous grip of the Mana beast, struggled fruitlessly in the air. His face contorted with fear, and his eyes, once full of bravado, were now filled with desperation. But Lyerin didn't savor this. He wasn't one for prolonged torture, despite the dark satisfaction it might bring to others.
His hand moved without a flicker of hesitation, faster than the eye could follow, with his clawed fingers glowing with a faint aura of violent magic.
With one powerful crushing intention, Lyerin thrust his hand forward, and his claw-like fingers pierced Lucius' skull with ease, cracking through bone and flesh as though it were an eggshell.
The sickening sound of bone shattering reverberated in the silence of the dungeon.
Crack!
Lucius' body convulsed briefly, then fell limp. Blood ran down Lyerin's arm in slow, thick rivulets.
