Bzzt. Swoosh. Squelp!
The array master's brain was stabbed by someone driving his matte finish dagger through his right eye socket. The attack was followed by another move that pierced his heart. A dual strike was done on the guy to ensure that his body did not execute a spell that was already set to be cast.
Lightning tongues sparked behind the still-standing-upright-but-deader-than-dead array master. Payir's image was morphed into existence. He pulled both his daggers from the array master's body.
The butcher juggled his sharp blades around him and smiled. The next moment, the bodies of the rankers he had just killed, including that of the array master, fell to the ground.
Lako couldn't even express his rage at the fake Payir's answer. That's because he took his last breath after hearing those words.
"Damn. My first Grandmaster kill. How should I celebrate this feat?"
