Bolstered by divine spells and brimming with stamina, the Nightwind Family's assault squad easily crushed the last band of Fryce Family soldiers attempting a desperate stand, opening the way to the chapel.
A female guard wielding a halberd collapsed to the ground, twitching, her upper body completely severed from her lower half. Her intestines and foul-smelling blood spilled across the floor.
The mithral ring mail she had once taken such pride in had become a burden. The cut through it was clean, and the metal edges still glimmered faintly as their enchantments failed.
Even as a relatively frail elf, she did not die immediately. Her fingers still clawed unconsciously at the flagstones, trying in vain to resist death's grasp.
The surrounding Nightwind soldiers watched in silence. No one stepped forward to finish her off.
With injuries this severe, even a low-ranking cleric's healing spells would have been powerless.
Lolth's various blessings had not only sent Renato's sadistic urges surging, but also greatly enhanced his muscular strength. Combined with the Oil of Speed he had drunk not long before, their effects added up to far more than the sum of their parts.
Under these many enhancements, every swing of Renato's blade carried a shriek like a sonic boom, tearing visible ripples through the air.
The female drow warriors who had once been so arrogant and imperious were now nothing but fragile masses of rotten flesh beneath the Silent Lady's black blade. Their enchanted chainmail tore apart effortlessly, releasing gushes of blood.
Severed limbs, splattered organs, white ribs, and flesh peeled inside out surrounded Renato. Together, these fragments of bodies adorned a scene of utter carnage.
A split skull rolled to his feet, half its face still bearing the expression it had worn in life, as though even in death she could