The Hands hoisted Krovanis's limp body effortlessly, carrying him over their shoulders like a sack of grain. His once-mighty presence now hung lifeless in their grasp.
From the shadowed mist ahead, the Collector emerged. His smile was wide, his eyes glimmering with quiet amusement.
"Ah," he said, his tone smooth as oil. "A powerful one indeed. Even more powerful than you, Ravuto."
He stepped closer, studying Krovanis's unconscious form with clear delight.
"Releasing this one will bring us a fine sum of remance… a very fine sum."
Renny crossed his arms, still breathing heavily, blood dried on his shoulder.
"Then I assume our efforts won't go unrewarded."
The Collector's grin deepened.
"Of course not."
He snapped his fingers, and two dark sigils appeared in his palms, each forming into a small artifact, glimmering with faint infernal light. He handed one to Renny, one to Ravuto.
