Madam Eleanor glided into the center of the suite, standing like a dark goddess before the five remaining men. Closing her eyes, she began chanting a low, ancient spell. As she raised her hands, vibrant strings of crimson light violently rushed from her fingertips, wrapping tightly around the necks of the paralyzed guards.
Suddenly, a deafening sound echoed through the room as an ethereal void opened within her form, revealing a swirling expanse filled with the cries of souls trapped inside. Lord Isaac immediately turned his head away, not wanting to look at the supernatural truth, even though he had already guessed what she truly was.
One by one, the men's souls were drawn from their bodies, moving through the air and merging directly into her. A look of pure, terrifying satisfaction washed over Madam Eleanor's face. The containment sealed tight once more, instantly muffling the fresh cries of the sinful men she had just claimed.
Turning her attention back to Lord Isaac, she slowly stepped toward him with a dark, enigmatic smile. "So... my reward?" she asked softly.
Lord Isaac reached deep into his inner coat pocket and pulled out an ancient relic covered in weathered, mystic inscriptions.
Madam Eleanor’s eyes beamed with absolute joy. "I knew you wouldn't let me down," she said, taking the artifact. She glanced down at the lifeless body on the floor. "Do you want me to read his final memories? So you can find the rest of your brother?"
Lord Isaac gave a grim nod.
Madam Eleanor bent down, placing her hand near the fallen man's head. She closed her eyes, concentrating deeply as she pulled the fading residual memories from his mind. When she opened her eyes, the dark energy dissipated, and she stood back up, looking at Isaac with an expression of gravity.
"Lord Isaac... he burned his body," Madam Eleanor said, lowering her head. "There is nothing left of him."
A heavy silence fell over the room. Lord Isaac slowly bent down and retrieved the bone necklace from the floor, clutching it tightly in his fist. "This is all that's left," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I will take him back home and give him a proper funeral. Thank you, Madam Eleanor. My royal family is forever in your debt."