Again he confronted Butler Enrique.
And of course, Mora.
Bloodshine and Mora began their battle... Again.
And of course, he showed up.
The Caretaker.
He stood on the high top, as his soul pressure like an invisible wave, spread outward.
It silenced the battlefield.
Soren stood, a dagger at Enrique's neck. "If you move, ill kill him." Soren threatened.
Soren could not see the man's face, but his eyes... all six of them—said a lot.
Instantly, the last time, the care taker shot out his soul pressure.
As he did, it blasted Soren against the wall.
Soren fell to the ground, bleeding from his eyes, mouth, and other orifices.
The Caretaker frowned. "You are more tenacious than I thought you were." And this was a compliment.
The reason was because he expected that Soren would be smashed and turned into meat paste.
Bloodshine on the other hand, was fixed in place, struggling to hold her own against the pressure.
Her blade was still up against Mora.
