The process continued—a second time, a third, a fourth. By the fifth pulse of energy, Thoraz's soul and consciousness were almost entirely wiped out. He was barely alive, reduced to a mindless, babbling husk.
Seeing the task was done, Zena simply shook her head in disgust.
"I have to give you some respect for being so adamant, even after suffering this much," Zena said, her voice devoid of any real warmth. "But will it change anything? No. I won't bother myself much longer with a measly bull in the grand scale of things. I might as well send you on your way."
She didn't act immediately. Instead, she waited, watching as a flicker of relief crossed the eyes of the severely injured Minotaur. He was bleeding out, his body broken, and he clearly hoped for a quick end.
"Heh. Thinking your suffering will end easily? Not a chance."
