"Don't kill me—Xarion, don't kill me!"
Terror filled Thunder's eyes as he watched Xarion approach him step by step.
"I've already reached the eleventh rank! I can serve you—I'll acknowledge you as my master. I can be useful to you!"
Xarion tilted his head slightly, glancing at him with clear disinterest.
"I have no need for something as disgusting as you. So… do me a favor and die."
The moment his words fell, the surrounding ice walls shattered into countless razor-sharp spikes, driving straight into Thunder's body.
A creature like him—if left alive to fight the insect race—Xarion wouldn't trust him not to turn and defect.
Better dead. Safer for everyone.
As Thunder's body was pierced through and through, Xarion raised a hand, summoning a cluster of blue flames and casting it over him.
In an instant, Thunder was reduced to ash.
A wash of water swept through, scattering what remained until nothing was left behind—not even a trace.
