Rio slowly walked over to the god kneeling on the spear. Every step, making crunching sounds as his shoes crushed the empty glass vials scattered all around them.
He was just thinking about what kind of punishment he should inflict on the god next - what kind of pain would surpass the previous one _ when suddenly a roar like a lion's reached his ears.
"Stop…this madness."
By the time those final words sounded, in between Rio and Aelthar, stood the heroic figure of Leon.
With his back to the god, Leon pointed his sword to Rio and warned him not to come over.
"You will harm him no more. I won't let you."
Rio stared at Leon and then turned his head to look behind him. At the God, whose soul was surrounded by a warm light.
As if rays of sun landed on that shattered soul and started healing it.
Rio could even see a look of surprise on Aelthar's face and a faint flickering hope for survival in the god's eyes.
