[Ding!]
A crisp, pleasant system chime exploded in Lin Shen's mind!
[Congratulations on participating in the kill of a First Tier Fallen Cultist Captain. EXP +50, Ash Coins +5.]
Listening to that wonderful notification of incoming EXP, Lin Shen secretly rejoiced.
But his expression betrayed nothing.
The instant he confirmed that Ovid had stopped breathing for good, Lin Shen slumped backward as if all his strength had drained away and let out a heart-wrenching howl:
"Captain Ovid is dead!!"
"You damned dogs from Winterhold! I swear I'll never rest until you're all dead!!"
Lin Shen's sobbing was utterly miserable, and genuine tears even streamed down his face.
Enkai took a deep breath, suppressed his wild delight, and strode forward, pressing a hand heavily onto Lin Shen's shoulder:
"Enough, Lin Shen!"
Priest Enkai's voice carried a tragic dignity:
"Captain Ovid... sacrificed himself for the Abyss!"
"Dry your tears! We have no time left to cry!"
They looked at Lin Shen sprawled over Ovid's corpse, weeping as though his heart had been torn apart, then at Priest Enkai beside him, whose face was likewise filled with grief and outrage.
The four or five cultists who had barely escaped with their lives were so moved that their eyes reddened.
Not only did they harbor no suspicion whatsoever of the three men's "performance," they even felt a powerful sense of guilt.
"Captain Lin really is a good man who values loyalty..."
A cultist underling whose left arm had frozen purple-black limped forward. He wanted to pat Lin Shen's shoulder to comfort him, but felt his status was too low to presume.
All he could do was offer quiet consolation in a voice filled with reverence:
"Captain Lin Shen, please don't take it too hard."
"Captain Ovid died avenging our fallen