Bab 700: Let There Be Lightning

The old perfumer stood transfixed for a fleeting second, his HP regen trying to compensate for the hole in his chest, but the bleeding and lack of oxygen overcame him and his vision blurred until it plunged into an eternal abyss.

Thud.

The night breeze blew and the old man's inert corpse toppled backwards, collapsing to everyone's dismay. Jake and Ruby looked on in flustered solemnity as they stared not at the steaming heart, but at the bloody hand grasping it.

That speed... it wasn't something they could easily replicate. In this Ordeal, it was the first time they had encountered such a fast native. When this Vampire had attacked, Jake had not been able to keep track of him with his eyes. To onlookers with less keen senses, the murderer hadn't moved at all.

"If anyone else has anything to say, you are free to speak up." The murderer smiled kindly as he gave the crowd a sympathetic look. "After all, even though you will die, we will all be colleagues in the future."