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Far off in that direction lay a field of corpses.
Some were simply dead, bodies twisted and broken. Others still leaked a black, oily essence that seeped from their wounds and pooled beneath them, staining the cracked ground.
And at the center of it all stood Wester.
He was the only one still standing after the brief slaughter, without a single scratch marked his body.
His red eyes gleamed with malice and lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk. A faint dark aura bled from his form, wavering like smoke in the air around him.
"You have grown stronger," Seban said, his voice carrying pride as he stepped over a corpse. "Teleth has given you more."
Wester flexed his right hand, watching shadows coil faintly around his fingers as if responding to his will. His grin widened.
"I have sent a horde of spawns his way," he said calmly. "Enough to keep him there till I come"
He lowered his hand and turned away from the carnage.
His smile twisted into something feral.
