I raised each and every torturous object in the air and aimed it at him. One by one, weapons of all kind plagued his body. As the current that flowed in me subsided, I lowered myself down and walked over to the weakness called Monlow, and pushed the black arrow all the way in.
I wasn't even aware when Ronin woke but he stood next to me, as well as twelve others, watching Monlow take in his last breaths. He was slowly withering away. The noises that escaped him were the sound a dying animal would make and it was almost hard to listen to. We needed to see. We needed to bear witness to his demise. His face sunk in, his skin melted away, and he slowly fell on his back. He stared up at us with hallowed cheeks, attempting to say something, but no words escaped his lips.
Gasped sounds were fain
