Chapter 2: I am young master type Villain…?
Kaal muttered in an agitated voice, pulling out a glowing purple orb the size of a coconut from a ring on his left hand.
"A whole squad of Shadow Guards, a precious Rakshya Flower poison, and a Cursed Soul Orb... wasted. So don't disappoint me, Raven."
He stepped closer to Raven's lifeless body, holding the orb in front of him. Then, in one breath, he began chanting in the ancient Kapal language.
The orb trembled. A misty purple aura began to swirl violently around it.
"By the ancient contract, I, Kaal Kilvish, offer my blood and the sacrifice of seventeen Rank-3 warriors to the Great One. I seek the truth of this soul."
He sliced his finger. Blood dripped onto the orb.
The purple mist instantly turned deep red.
It spread rapidly throughout the hall, and as it touched the corpses of the fallen Shadow Guards, their bodies disintegrated into black ash. A vacuum formed, pulling the red mist back into the orb.
Then a burst of light.
The orb split into two streaks, one shot into Kaal's chest, the other into Raven's corpse.
"ARGHHH!"