She tried to speak, but only a flow of black blood escaped from her lips.
"Kuh... I swear I will have your skin, do not think this will end like this..."
Then her body began to dry up, becoming a gray shell.
Long Huang, having finished dismembering the King of Spades, turned toward BaiShe. She was covered in blood, her gothic clothes in tatters, but she had never seemed more alive.
"You are still as efficient at stealing others' prey, BaiShe," she remarked while crushing the head of the last Rakshasa King under her boot.
"I do not steal, Long Huang," he replied while wiping a drop of black blood from his monocle with a white handkerchief.
The millions of Rakshasas were now nothing but piles of ashes or scattered pieces of flesh. The surviving dragons roared their victory, but the cost was heavy.
"This was only the vanguard," murmured Long Huang while staring at the spatial rifts that were slowly closing. "The Ace will not delay in sending its true executors."
