Someone dropped their rune stone, and it clattered loudly on the ground.
"I'm not imagining this, am I? He actually succeeded on the first try?"
"Damn, I haven't even finished my cigarette, and he's back."
"This kid is ruthless. No wonder they want to work with him."
They all felt the shockwaves of the rules from the town just now. They also recognized the spy who had disguised himself as a shopkeeper.
A quasi-Demigod. Logan was gone for less than thirty minutes, yet he completely wiped him out. There was no chance of resurrection. That is power only a true Demigod-stage should have.
The master of Death Rules stepped forward. Gray-white death energy from his sleeve probed the lingering soul fragments. After a moment, he looked up, his voice filled with surprise: "The soul structure is completely shattered. Even the traces of the Underworld cycle have been erased. He is truly, dead."
