In the next second, the blood stopped pouring out. It froze, then shifted. A dense crimson mass gathered and solidified into a barrier like form around where his limbs had been torn from, preventing him from bleeding out.
Nyx stared at Delmas calmly.
He was now limbless , legs and arms gone, suspended in the air, tears streaking down his bloodstained face.
Then, without a word, she turned and walked back to Malakai. Delmas floated behind her, his mangled body held in the air by blood.
She knelt once more in silence.
Malakai understood what she meant instantly, she had completed his order.
Then, suddenly, a voice sounded in his thoughts.
'Damn… is every innocent looking person a psychopath in this generation?'
Malakai ignored Valentine's remark completely. The chubby man had just indirectly called him a psychopath.
