Goosebumps erupted across her entire body.
'Taste?'
Her mind recoiled from the implication.
'He's going to–'
"I– I am betrothed to my future husband!"
The words burst out in accented English, panic overriding every other thought.
"You... you shouldn't have any thoughts about me! My father will– he'll kill you! He'll destroy everyone! You can't– please don't– I'm promised to–"
"Hm?" The masked man tilted his head further. "It seems you have misunderstood something."
He released her chin and stepped back.
Then he walked toward the bodies of her fallen companions, crouching beside Thalas's corpse and lifted his mask slightly.
His hands moved to the elf's torso, fingers pressing against the flesh.
Then he tore it open.
RIP
Ribs cracked as he pulled the chest cavity apart with raw strength.
Serath'ana's eyes went wide.
"Y-you–"
The masked man reached inside, pulled out the heart, and bit down.
Crunch
His teeth tore through the organ, swallowing it without hesitation.
