Chapter 390
- Zaiper's screams rolled down the dungeon corridor, bouncing off walls as Daemonikai sawed through his leg with a cutlass—whistling a slow, melodic tune. Blood sprayed, splashing onto Daemonikai’s robes, forming a growing puddle.
- “This blade’s gone dull,” he said conversationally, examining the edge. “Get me the dagger.”
- A guard handed it to him from the wall of instruments, so much polished steel behind them.