Laston raised his hand, preparing to deliver the final blow to King Gulben, who lay sprawled on the ground.
Somewhere behind him, Saeldir's desperate cries echoed through the battlefield, but King Gulben's mind was solely focused on Laston and the pure hatred reflected in his corrupted eyes.
Erend and Eccar hovered in the air, watching intently. They were ready to intervene, but they still held back. They had to trust the king. This was his fight, even though the odds were overwhelmingly against him.
"Die, Gulben!" Laston roared, his voice a guttural growl. He swung his hand, now engulfed in a crimson and black aura, aiming for the king's head.
King Gulben grit his teeth. This would not be the end. He would not allow it.
Summoning every last ounce of magic and strength left in his battered body, he stretched out his palm and called his sword back to his grip.
