275: Pieces of Her Broken Gem
The forsaken gritted his teeth. There was no way that he would die in here. He had come this far.
"Generals!"
Arriving on the castle grounds are the warlock generals.
Greed, Pride, Wrath, and Lust.
While Envy, Gluttony and Sloth…
"Are you looking for these things?"
The forsaken's eyes widened as the severed head of a black-haired plump girl rolled towards him. Her eyes were opened like a dead fish's, and she smelled foul.
Duke Feuerlon emotionlessly wiped his sword.
"I know she's not dead yet." He said. "I have yet to kill her essence. But what will she do in that state?"
Faustina then turned to the other one who arrived.
"Killing has been long our forte," said a blond-haired man. "Their essence isn't located in their body. I should know; I killed two of them!"
"Tone it down, Feuerfalke." Said duke Feuerlon, "the battle isn't over."
The forsaken slowly backed away.
