“TREASON AGAINST THE ANCESTORS!” Yorik suddenly screamed, launching himself towards the fat shaman. The fingernails on his right hand extended until they looked like five thin knives, stabbing straight for the man’s throat.
Richard simply took a step forward, Moonlight’s pommel smashing right into the Emperor’s face and sending him flying away. Teeth and blood fell all over the floor, half of the old man’s face caved in as he fainted immediately. He then walked towards the shaman who was cowering in fear, tapping his shoulder, “That obstacle isn’t here anymore, speak.”
Conflict flashed across the shaman’s face, the mortal and divine within him engaged in intense battle. However, Richard’s glare quickly brought one side to victory, wiping all delusions...