It started with a slightly deeper shade of darkness outlining the corpse – then slowly but surely, a tenth of an inch or less every few seconds, the body began sinking into the floor without making any additional sound.
It honestly was good stealth – a body getting pulled into the darkness all of a sudden would end up stirring up the air and alarming the witnesses, in this case, a single witness, that something was wrong – but the solution taken by whoever was extracting the dead magician from the site was still not optimal.
*WHOOOSH* *WHAM*
Up until that point, Zoemi was sitting cross-legged with his arms crossed and his eyes closed – then in a split second, he was already by the corpse, tearing it up with claws that his fingernails turned into, extracting the corpse and slamming it against the opposite wall.
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