Deaths

Commander Fidroha's wrist paused. The trembling Edwin collapsed to the ground, his raspy breaths the only legitimate sign that he was still alive. Though an expert on his level should be able to take this kind of punishment, it shouldn't be forgotten that his punisher was an entire Realm above him. If the silent beauty hadn't chosen to hold back, Edwin would have long since been dead.

"And what should that next step be." Fidroha said casually.

The cloaked figures sighed an inward breath of relief. At least their leader was willing to listen. The man who had spoken had chosen a good time. If he had dared to say some yesterday, he likely would have taken Edwin's place.