“Fuck!”

A man fell onto the floor, sweat dripping down his forehead. Standing before him was a man with skin and hair as pale as snow, eye sockets having only white dots in the inky darkness, and a smile.

"Now, now, that's not polite at all," the pale man said, still keeping that smile on his face. "Really, I don't know why you keep resisting, especially when you know how it would end up for you."

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The sweating man took in a shuddering breathe as he spit back, "

The pale man walked towards the man, still smiling. Grabbing the fallen man's face, he said, "Can't have any survivors,” he then proceeded to crush the man's head, before letting the body flop to the ground. The pale man just looking at the body, said "[Teleport],” and disappeared.

"We're here, Dr. Goro!" An armored man barged in, followed by a squad of mages and warriors. Seeing the headless body, he fell to his knees whispering, "We were too late."