Blitzkrieg
Black's body no longer looked middle-aged. Rather, he resembled a man who barely held a breath.
He was closer to a skeleton than a human, a skinny bag of skin and bones.
However, he was still alive. This was shown by the proud smile on his face.
Seeing this smile irritated Tyr.
'I wanted him to feel fear... regret... pain. I wanted the last thing in his memories before he died to be the worst of punishments... yet... he's too smart for that. He made sure he got the last laugh in his mind. Even though he knows the Black Merchant Guild will most likely still be destroyed, he can believe that it won't since he will be dead anyways.'
Tyr gritted his teeth, annoyed at this prospect.
He let go of Black, and at that moment, a pink orb of Aura blasted into the old man's back.
It expanded, tightly wrapping around him and binding his limbs together while keeping him upright and unable to fall over.