Sirius, still slumped weakly on the floor, sighed as he watched the Rank 3 Tetramauler reel back in pain and distress. The grotesque maw of the Abyssal Shade had been severed, leaving behind an even more disturbing visage—blood gushing from the fatal wound in thick streams. The creature's legs buckled beneath it, its strength sapped by blood loss, while the dark salt Sirius had embedded continued its relentless work inside the monster's body.
A series of garbled, grating noises escaped the mutilated remains of its mouth. The sound grated on Sirius's nerves, and with an exasperated glance behind him, he snapped, "I ordered you to finish it, not toy with it."
