Scorn (Part 2)

'No clothes, no corpses, no blood. It's the perfect murder. The question is why is the f*cker helping me?' Lith's paranoid mind tried to walk a mile in the cursed artifact's shoes.

A cruel smile appeared on his face when he believed he had found his answer. Lith wove all of his most powerful spells at once. He had a dirty job to do and didn't want to prolong it one second more than necessary.

Lith moved outside the castle while looking for a bottleneck where the people forming the procession would be bunched together to inflict the maximum damage. He was plotting the best way to chain his spells together when Solus's mind peeked into his own.

'Promise me you will not make them suffer.'

Lith replied with a telepathic nod.