For a moment, time simply stopped.
Duke Ithalan stumbled backward, his hands clamped over his mouth to hold back a scream.
Aethelstan glared with rage, his pupils darting uncontrollably. Corisande stood frozen, her eyes trembled as she stared at the gore. Vadrian was wide-eyed like he'd seen a ghost. Corvell's jaw was unhinged in sheer disbelief.
Only Master Omares was devoid of emoting.
And Percival of course. However, the Necromancer soon came to realize what he had done.
As he stood there, his blade dripping crimson, the uncontrollable rage that had hijacked his mind suddenly vanished; all that was left was a chilling clarity.
He blinked, looking at the mutilated body of his former teammate.
⸢You have killed an Awakener, Liraeth Windwhisper (Lvl 17)⸥
⸢+200 EXP⸥
Percival ignored the notification and looked up, his cold blue eyes sweeping over the nineteen remaining Heroes.
Fuck.
