Last Man Standing
Dark red blood spilled from his lips, pooling on the floor.
"Hmm!?" Howard's brow furrowed as he darted to Bennett's side, drawing three silver needles and aiming for his heart in a desperate bid to save him.
However, he was in a heartbeat too late.
The needles barely touched Bennett before he stilled, eyes wide in a final, grotesque stare, his body drenched in sweat.
"Sir, what's going on?" Mystical Chubby's voice was laced with shock.
"He has been hexed with a powerful witchcraft!" Howard examined the scene briefly before his brow creased in concern. "It's Spiritbane witchcraft!