(Dupravel Nuna's POV, Interrogation Chamber, Black Serpent Guild Headquarters, Planet Twin Fang)
Twelve hours after his office rampage, Dupravel Nuna stood deathly still in the center of a circular chamber buried deep beneath the Black Serpent Guild's core facility.
It was a place sealed from light, sound, and prayer. A place built for nothing but violation.
The floor of the room was etched with ritualistic glyphs soaked in old blood, the dried stains a proof of all the previous horrors that took place over the years.
And at the center of it all, sprawled atop a stone pedestal, lay the freshly delivered corpse of a transcendent warrior, which the guild had specially procured by killing a guildmaster of a small time guild.
"He's a match," Antonio said as he pulled the cloth away from the body. "Same mana signature type, similar size, it's exactly what you requested."
Dupravel said nothing, as he simply raised his hand and summoned the urn.
*HISS*
