According to his understanding of the descent ritual, this level of destruction is already enough to cause the ritual to fail utterly.
But to be safe, the Duke prepared to completely destroy this place.
At that moment, a very faint sound of friction came from behind him.
It was the muffled sound of flesh being pierced by some sharp object, thick and moist, yet remarkably clear in the deathly silence of the cave.
Then came a second sound, a third, a series of dense puncturing sounds like torrential rain falling on muddy ground, accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking and the gurgling sound of some liquid spurting out.
Dominic lay on his back amid the rubble, his previously concave chest now thoroughly pierced by five pitch-black bone spikes that had burst from his body.
