"[Eternal Damnation]!"
The world froze.
From Scar's severed head… something tore free.
A pale-blue silhouette, thin and thrashing, clawed at the air with spectral hands. It screamed noiselessly as it was dragged upward, ripped from the husk of flesh it once called home.
"NO!" Lilith's roar split the skies as her hand shot out, straining, trembling, desperate to snatch it before it was too late.
But she failed.
The soul's cry cut off in an instant as it was sucked cleanly into Quinlan's black saber. The blade pulsed with ghostly fire, its hungry edge glowing brighter as if savoring the feast.
[Ding!]
[You've harvested the Elite Soul: Scar.]
Lilith's eyes widened at the mere sight as her heart began hammering in disbelief.
She had seen friends die before. She had seen them slain, crushed, even obliterated by magic. But never - never - had she seen this.
