A storm loomed over the tower for a few short moments as something within Writhe in pain like its soul was hit directly with something or somewhere something that was tied to it was destroyed in some way.

What could it be that was making those sounds of pain from within.

Well it was none other the Hand of RISE themselves.

Quote:You Sheep dare to try and kill me in such a lowly way thinking I wouldn't take any countermeasure to insure that I wouldn't die, You are fools to even try that to even think such a thing would work.

I had already planned for that the moment that collar fell off, you played right into my hands without even thinking once about it, now you could have been smart and use that soulgem you had for something as it was useless to me the moment you took it but now you gone and destroyed it. A waste I say.

As I have stated before

The Hand of RISE never dies.