THUD!
A massive cloud of rusted dust exploded into the air as the Dark Wyvern dropped the mangled, lifeless body of the Crimson-Feathered Roc onto the scrapheap.
Kael reached up, rubbing the terrifying beast's snout. "Good boy."
Whoosh! The Netherworld Soul Locking Flag materialized, its dark fabric fluttering as it absorbed the Roc's screeching soul into its depths. The Wyvern let out a low, satisfied RUMBLE before dissolving into a pool of shadows, returning to the shadow realm.
Kael turned his attention back to the Frost Armor woman. She was still bound by the dark chains, sobbing and trembling.
"I'm sure you know why the House of Crimson wanted me," Kael said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "But that doesn't concern me right now."
BZZT! A rod of pure, condensed darkness formed in his hand. He used his gravity manipulation to violently wrench her arms together.
CRACK! Her shoulders dislocated from the sheer force.
"AHHHH!" she screamed.
