Soara looked at the lifeless, smiling body of the swords-wielding underworlder before nodding in satisfaction. It was a worthy sacrifice, and he had helped her figure out her current strength more accurately. As a deity of Death, Soara respected those who faced her straightforwardly without backing down.
Soara turned to the side and looked straight down one of the many occupied tunnels.
It was much better than the coward hiding behind their dolls.
Sieging her was the least effective method of attacking Soara since beings noticeably weaker than her couldn't even breathe in her presence without losing the air of life. Things that weren't biologically alive had a little better resistance, but the dolls were so well-made that Soara had no trouble killing them.
