The boss finally fell.
For a breath, nobody moved.
The six-armed corpse lay beneath Neo, heavy and obscene even in death, black blood running out across the stone around the throne. The severed head had rolled several steps away and rested near the broken stairs with that same furious expression frozen on it, as if the thing had died without agreeing to it.
Then the notification appeared.
[Soul-Window]
[You have slain Mourning Executioner - Heart Core.]
Neo's mouth curved faintly.
"Yeah," he muttered under his breath. "Die properly this time."
A Soul Core surfaced from the corpse, larger than the others, its light denser, deeper, pulsing with enough weight to make greed crawl straight up his spine. Two swords had also remained instead of fading, one fallen near the body, the other farther off where the last exchange had thrown it. Both still carried the same ugly pressure they had held in life.
