"Aah!"
Zartwin let out a piercing scream. Then he went completely still, his body slipping out of its translucent Wraith state and reverting to a mangled mass of flesh and blood that slammed heavily into the ground.
Lorne did not rush to approach the motionless enemy.
He raised his shotgun again and pulled the trigger repeatedly, firing into Zartwin's corpse.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Only after blasting Zartwin's head to pieces did he cautiously stop.
"Looks like he's dead for good."
Lorne muttered under his breath. Then he walked over and put the corpse, along with the characteristic that had separated from it, into his Portable Space.
Once that was done, he looked up at the distant night sky.
Although the battle had felt long, less than ten minutes had actually passed between the carriage exploding and Zartwin dying.
Judging by the time, the Official Forces should already have noticed the disturbance and been on their way.
In truth, Lorne was not afraid even if they did arrive. At worst, he could simply reveal his identity. The aftermath would be troublesome, but he did not believe anyone from the Church or the Military would make things difficult for him.
That was also why Lorne had chosen to wear Zartwin down slowly. After all, even if the battle dragged on until the Official Forces arrived, he would still have the advantage.
Besides, compared with exposing Sharron and the others to the Official Forces, letting this demigod of the Indulgence Faction escape would have far greater consequences for their future. He had to eliminate the threat completely.
"Ugh..."
Just as Lorne was about to leave, he suddenly noticed another disturbance nearby.
Following his spiritual intuition, he looked ahead.
The Indulgence Faction Wraith who had been ambushed during the explosion, then wounded by