"That's one," Sol muttered, his expression completely unbothered as he yanked the blade out, letting a dark stream of blood font up into the air. "You still have three more limbs to go before we talk about your face."
In the distance, the Veynar warriors watched the execution with a savage, burning pride.
The young recruits were clenching their fists, their tears drying on their charcoal paint as they saw the monster who had taken Lumi being broken into separate pieces in the dirt.
The sapphire edge of the Dreadwing Blade flicked through the air again, casting a cold blue reflection across the slick, red-stained gravel.
Sol didn't look at the thousands of frozen witnesses around him. His eyes remained locked on the screaming Malphas pinned beneath his foot.
"Now for the other one," Sol said, his voice entirely flat.
SHUCK.
The blade descended into Malphas's already broken right knee.
