Julius' right hand had moved out subconsciously.
His mind was being devoured by a swarm of feral feelings and thoughts.
It was only when he saw a flash of black silver emerge that the saving word left his mouth.
"STOP." He yelled.
An undetectable mystical force rammed itself between the Red Goblin King's Blacksteel Axe and Savel's distraught body.
"You owe me a favor." A grim and deep voice etched itself into Julius' soul.
"Take my favour, just don't let her die." Julius shouted, unsure of why he had been given power, unsure of the favour he owed, all he knew was that Savel didn't have to die here.
The Black Steel Axe was halted in its tracks. It was as if a magnet was repelling it furiously.
No matter how hard the King pushed down, his axe couldn't pierce through the invisible power that separated him from his prey.
Savel looked hollow. Her eyes had gone void. She seemed to be in the process of parting from the World itself.
Death was already embracing her lovingly.
