He slowly stood up, looking down at the Wolf-Headed Guard's face, which was already twisted beyond recognition by fear and pain. His golden pupils reflected the opponent's final dying despair.
"In that case..."
Devereux raised his hand slightly. The runes in his palm suddenly constricted, and a bronze-colored light, like the fangs of a venomous snake, fiercely embedded itself into the Wolf-Headed Guard's soul!
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