[Laertes Withergaiden has been slain]
[+1 Aether]
Vale quietly stared at the blade he held as it got lodged in the man's face, killing him instantly.
Vale's face contorted into an unsettled grimace as he watched the blood flow from the wound onto his blade and down the rock he'd been enclosed in.
'Come on, Lust! Muddle my feelings! Trample on them! Hide my humanity!'
Vale stared as the river of blood continued to flow.
He waited and waited for the proof of his carnage to be erased and swallowed by the dungeon. But it seemed this sin was here to stay. The boy's body did not disappear. It only had an Aether core at most; while bits of the man's body contained rogue Aether, it was by no means an Aether construct.
Laertes' corpse remained motionless with its dark brown eyes open, as if still staring at Vale.
'Come on!'
'Why do I feel bad, now!'
'I haven't felt like this before!'
