Albrecht stared at the face of the young executioner. The last time he saw that body, its ribs were shattered, its lungs were collapsed, and its spine was crushed against the stone floor of the Caelum Palace vault.
Yet here it stood. Completely healed, radiating a violent neon blue energy that distorted the air around it.
"I left that meat sack dead in a flooded basement," Albrecht said, his voice a low, rumbling threat over the roar of the factory furnaces. "Who are you?"
The young man wearing Valen’s face laughed. It wasn't the weak, raspy laugh of the apprentice executioner. It was a cocky, arrogant sound. He twirled the glowing crimson spear effortlessly in his right hand.
"Let's just say I'm a cleaner," the young man smiled, his neon blue eyes locking onto Albrecht. "The name is K
