The reaper walked towards the fallen man, his scythe in one hand. "You have escaped death for too many time. Your hour of judgement is finally here." Xhiero raise his scythe and slammed it downward. Tyne's head was sliced cleanly from his head and rolled towards the burning painting. Xhiero reached into his cloak and pulled out a small glass bottle, sucking Tyne's darken soul into it.
Xhiero turned to Gideon. "Sorry for the mess we've caused in your home. Please allow me to clean it afterward." He gave the captain a heartwarming smile.