The tools washed in Mel's blood joined the three disciples upon the earth. The visages of the eight Nineteenth Ward disciples mutated as they watched him rip the pickaxes—which had transmuted into weapons—from his flesh in a solitary motion, yet despite this, they observed him without averting their gaze.
Gathering the blood-red energy within his hands to finish the deed he had commenced, Mel harbored zero hesitation regarding the obliteration of his enemies; precisely as he had secured Kulus's disappearance prior, he would erase their existence from the realm, yet Sam spoke once more.
"We'll handle these bastards. You can go back to resting."
