"Since your brothers have died, there is no reason for you to stay alive," I said and threw my spear toward the running Alabaster Snakeman.
I wanted to punish this bastard the most; it had kept eating, even during the battle, stopping only when I had frozen its brother.
Puch!
It had tried to dodge the spear and even erect multiple defensive shields, but my spear had still pierced through its chest, dead in the center.
I appeared beside it, and it disappeared.
I wanted to punish it myself, but I didn't. The Grimms would receive the punishment in my core; no pain I could give them could compare to what it will feel, when the runes harvest, every part of it.
I didn't stay on the battlefield, even a second, and moved.
