The Iron Fist

His body convulsed as she ripped his soul away, devouring his soul that formed as a black pearl. She smiled. "Thank you for the dinner."

[You have killed an evildoer: +120 XP, +25 coins.]

[You have harvested a soul: +70 XP, +15 coins.]

Another body hit the ground, crumpling like a puppet with its strings cut. His mouth hung open in a silent scream, his lifeless eyes still carrying the last trace of horror and disbelief. Medeia crouched beside him, her fingers delicately twirling the black pearl between her fingers.

[You have killed an evildoer: +120 XP, +25 coins.]

She popped the soul into her mouth like a sweet candy, feeling its bittersweet essence slide down her throat, warmth spreading through her body as its energy merged with hers.

[You have harvested a soul: +70 XP, +15 coins.]