Before I could even twist the blade, the figure's face contorted.
"You won't get away with this," he wheezed, his voice bubbling with blood. "None of you will."
Then he bit down on something hidden in its jaw.
Crack!
And instantly, a thick, white foam erupted from his lips.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his body violently seizing for a split second before going completely, entirely still.
"Poison pill," I muttered, clicking my tongue in frustration. "Fuck!"
Can't interrogate a corpse.
They were prepared to die rather than talk.
Suddenly, a series of cyan text immediately flooded my peripheral vision.
[Ding!]
[Level Up!]
[Level Up!]
Not now. Deal with that later.
I mentally swiped the windows away without even reading them and placed my boot against the cavern wall and ripped Oathstorm free.
The lifeless, charred body hit the stone floor with a heavy, wet thud.
I wiped the blackened blood off the steel with a flick of my wrist and sheathed my sword.
