Azriel looked solemnly before plunging Void Eater into his throat.
Blood seeped from the man's lips as the light in his eyes faded.
He collapsed onto the cold, hard ground.
And in the end…
All Azriel felt was the euphoric rush from [Core Reaper].
But then, he felt it.
He had advanced a grade.
Yet, even as he sensed the shift in power, there was no joy.
How could there be?
The weight of killing two humans gnawed at him.
And worse, [Core Reaper] had made it feel... good.
Which only made it a thousand times worse.
"You're getting used to it. No vomiting this time like with your first kill. You adapt quickly," Leo said, his voice casual as he stood beside Azriel, a satisfied smile curling on his lips.
He glanced at the bodies.
"Piercing their throats... how gruesome."
Azriel sighed, lowering himself to the cold floor. He needed to recover.
This was only the beginning.
