Elder Mulon could not understand what he was seeing.
Why would the young master kill him?
What had he done wrong?
What was happening?
"Young-"
Cough!
He coughed out a mouthful of blood before he could even finish his words.
"Shhh."
Lucien suddenly placed a finger on his lips.
"Relax old man."
"The old ought to rest, and you'll soon be rewarded with eternal rest for all the work you've done."
"Old-?"
Cough!
He coughed out another mouthful of blood the moment he tried speaking.
"I'm a little bit surprised that you still haven't realized what's going on."
Elder Mulon's expression was filled with confusion.
"What do-"
Cough! Cough!
The old Frostborn coughed out another mouthful of blood, then he fell on his knees.
Thud
Splash
Copious amount of blood fell from the hole in his heart and his mouth.
The floor beneath him became drenched in blood, and Elder Mulon had to use his hands to support his body and not fall face flat on the ground.
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