(Third Update)

“Thank you, GhostThorn.” Mei’er settled slightly, yet her eyes remained fixed upon the unfolding scene below.

“You don’t have to watch, if you don’t wish to. I can shield your divine sense,” GhostThorn thought, letting out a soft sigh. He felt a touch of pity for the succubus—a frail race, denied even the right to self-preservation. Faced with humiliation by the strong, they were forced to comply, even unto brutal slaughter, utterly incapable of resistance.

“No need. I want to see it all with my own eyes, to look upon those ugly, twisted faces and burn them into my memory.” Mei’er’s seemingly calm, lovely features contorted almost imperceptibly. “Sooner or later, I will