"Killed? Huh, I don't think so," Isiah spat coldly as he stood motionless, surveying the third brutal massacre he had committed over the last few days.
Humanity screamed around him in terrifying, agony filled pitch. Even as the corrosive dark rain dissolved their bodies, a few desperate mages dragged themselves across the cobblestones to strike at him physically, far too broken to formulate a functional counter spell.
Several dying citizens clung frantically to his boots, their flesh liquefying into bone as they shrieked non-stop.
Isiah remained stone still, staring down at their melting forms with unyielding disgust.
