"You will pay for your words. As colleagues, we have been through thick and thin together. I didn't think you were willing to die so quickly." Radin cracked a smile.
"Are you saying that I'll die?" There was a look of disbelief on Hortus' face. Then, he broke into laughter and panted while speaking, "Haha, between us, it's uncertain who will die first."
"Do you want to die? I'll help you." A bloodthirsty sparkle flashed across Radin's eyes.
His arms shook suddenly, and a plume of black air rose up behind him, which then turned into several shadows and surrounded Hortus.
The bodies of these black figures were horrifying. They were not big; each was about the size of a hen, but when they spread out their wings, they appeared like black clouds.
They bit Hortus with their sharp teeth. After a moment, he fell straight to the ground, and a series of moans and groans came from him.