In a cave full of trinkets….
"ARRRGGGGG!" Blood-curling screams resounded as the last of the souls were finally extinguished, Jack included. Then a few moments later, as if a coincidence…
— Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! —
"Tch— Is the repenting over already?"
Lizzy's shaman "mentor" intruded in the cave with a VERY peeved look as he gave a fleeting glance at a certain soul, one that had been sacrificed by a true dragon.
"Master, you're back! Please inspect the Soul Nectar: I swear I've done my best!" She happily chirped, holding a vial with a viscous liquid radiating a soft glow.
The lizard's expression soon returned to a scaled joviality…
"Hehe, there's so much of it! All this white stuff, this batch's amazing for sure! I've never seen souls so pure!" He approached, dipping a finger in it and giving a satisfied gulp.
"Perfect!"