"AHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Archbishop Antonio's screams were silenced by the noise of parting wind and climbing pressure as his body rapidly made its way to the ground.
However, right before the ~SPLAT!~, a powerful silhouette rushed and caught him—almost the same way birds caught their prey in mid-air. It was swift and instant—almost imperceptible to anyone with mortal senses.
"Not yet, Archbishop…" The voice of the man who caught him echoed out loud, revealing it to be the same one responsible for his suffering.
"Lord Mors… please… please spare my life! I can be useful in many ways! Please…!"
He was being pulled by his neck this time, so any attempt to sever that place off in order to escape would lead to his demise.
As such, the Archbishop was completely at his mercy.
"Hmm… I'm not too sure about that."
~WHOOOSH!~
