Ramiel summoned the twin blades using a seal and stowed them safely in the space ring. Then he took one last disdainful look at the dwarf's purple corpse from the Last Whisper.
Even dead, he filled him with disgust and loathing.
A hideous animal driven by instincts and greedy urges. The former hunter could no longer call this thing human. At least not by his sublime standards.
Ramiel himself wasn't holy nor without sin. He had committed many terrible things in his life and would probably do many more and worse. But he will never turn into someone as abhorrent as the thugs he killed. Or at least he hopes so. After all, no one knows what fate will bring.
The ex-hunter wanted to turn around and walk away, but Vitia did something unexpected. The clever vixen jumped off his back and, in a flash, was standing next to one of the dead bandits.
Ramiel tilted his head to study her actions. It looked like some kind of religious ritual.
