He even started to fly down to do the honors- he would place the King's head on a pike to quell the crowd below. Even as images of these glorious things to come filled his mind, his vision started to clear, and that…was when he finally saw that something was wrong.
Where…was that smell of burning flesh coming from?
The Hawk would only pierce its opponent, so it didn't make sense.
Slowly, the center of the Artefact given by the Church began to become clear, and as he gazed at that spot, Vohler stopped in his tracks.
His eyes lost focus, and his mind fell in disarray, as what he was seeing…just didn't make sense.
The hawk had fallen to the ground with its head cut off, and as he watched, that head materialized into the main Hero whose insights into the Godbeast had been giving it form.
Although his body looked unharmed, his eyes were burned out, with nothing but two smoking holes present where they were supposed to be.
