A big started to form on the cursed soul's face, eyes were burning with pitch black flames, and hands were locked onto the faces of Emil and Riven, it felt like they were being held by iron fists.
"You both little pieces of shit think that I will let you off this easily, huh?"
With a violent crack in his voice, he smashed both of them into the ground hard. The impact was so great that it broke the stone tiles and the courtyard was filled with the thunderous voice of smack. The cracks were in the form of spider webs.
Emil's lungs went out of breath, and his mouth opened on its own—spit came out of his mouth. The pain started to travel through his lungs to his brain. He barely kept his consciousness, Riven was just beside him, blood dripping from his mouth.
The cursed soul was standing near them both, hands still on the neck. It was not Alaric anymore, the soul had taken over him fully—his voice didn't carry any sense of hesitation or confusion. It was deeper and cruel.
