"You possess an impressive gravity manipulation, anomaly," a distorted, overlapping voice hissed from Vance's bleeding mouth, carrying the weight of a thousand rotting corpses. "Your disruption of the harvest is a minor inconvenience. I currently hold the compressed souls of twenty-two thousand high-ranking heroes within the fortress core. Step foot anywhere near my sanctuary, and I will detonate the entire payload. The resulting mana-nuke will vaporize everything within a five-hundred-mile radius."
The parasite offered a hollow, metallic laugh through the dying enforcer's throat. "Stay in your pathetic little village. Rule your ashes."
A dark, genuinely amused smirk spread across Rudy's face. The crimson mana around his shoulders flared, dense enough to crack the hardwood floor beneath his boots.
