'He got me…'
Zeronis' eyes trembled. The two shots Malakai fired had shifted his sword away at the last possible second.
'I should have cut off his head…'
Regret. It was a feeling Zeronis never thought he could ever feel, but it was the only thing that consumed him as the edge of the scythe screamed toward him.
To think he, a direct descendant, would die like this…
SHHNK.
The scythe carved through his skull in a clean, fatal arc. Blood burst from the wound in a crimson spray.
Silence fell.
An intense stillness settled over the hall as Malakai yanked his scythe free. Zeronis' body crumpled, his shocked expression frozen as his lifeless face hit the floor.
Huff… huff…
Malakai stood over him, chest heaving, each breath ragged and heavy. He stared at the corpse as the reality of what he had done slammed into him.
"I… I did it."
