C295 The Son of God

"Unfortunately for you, Holy Sword Wielder, your death is certain." The disintegration of Sorrel's body had crept up to his chest, and he had reverted to a more human-like visage, his smile chilling. "Do you hear that crisp, delightful sound? It's the death barrier compressing space, preparing to squeeze us into a tight crevice and transport us elsewhere."

"Elsewhere?" Karl's brows furrowed