After crushing the heart, Armaita watched the captain fall to the ground with amusement. "These guys are too weak. How come a man this weak manage to become a captain. Perhaps the Divine Empire of Stotford isn't as strong as people think."
Armaita looked at the corpse and flipped her hand of which a long mechanical needle appeared. At the tip of the needle, fine strands of golden hair twitched, ready to attach itself to any brain nerves to absorb memories.
She approached the corpse. Raising the needle high before thrusting it down. The needle stopped an inch away from the left eye. Armaita was shocked to see the hand moved and grabbed the needle.
"What is this? Undead? No… there is a dark evil soul hiding inside!"