The hulking man looked down to you, he blinked once, tears down his handsome, chiseled face, “I’ve liberated the soul- bound to its demonic body…it appears I’ve arrived just in time, to save you, too.” The man spoke as he looked down to you, his hand gripped the handle of his axe, heavy flail in the other as if they weighed nothing: nowhere near as much as those souls did. He smiled, tears down his face, “…the gods have delivered me, to you…” his voice was soft as he looked down…