The Punitive Force Descends

"Damn it, that motherfucker escaped!"

Calvin violently cursed seeing the remaining quarter of the deformed man's soul escaping towards the horizon.

Anger filled his heart for he couldn't help but blame himself for being so weak.

If he had just been a Scribe, then there was no way that the bastard could've escaped!

If he had been more powerful before this encounter, then he would've managed to end everything the soonest as possible.

Sadly, there were no 'ifs' in this world.

It was an irrefutable fact that the deformed man had successfully escaped.

"Fuck!" Calvin cursed once more.

He was fuming.

But when he realized that Stephanie had taken a chunk of the deformed man's soul, he suddenly felt a little bit better.

At least that bastard didn't manage to escape without paying a heavy price.