As the guard gurgles his last breath, Scorn laughs softly, contorting her body backwards as a small burst of necrotic essence surrounds her and grabs onto her being, fading out of existence temporarily. After feeling the cold chill of Oblivion glimpse into her soul, Scorn reappears a few yards backwards, avoiding the splatters of blood.<br/><br/>Smirking slightly, she goes to the meetup place.