Pala kept Blinking and Lith kept adjusting his aim. He didn't care for the Sapling trembling in pain and outrage due to Setting Sun ravaging the tree as well as the undead.
'Since you can't make up your mind about which side to take, let me give you an incentive. This is what we do to traitors where I come from.' Lith thought.
Megon screamed in agony while cursing himself for not listening to Pala. Without an arm, he couldn't use dimensional magic. His prized armor and regenerative abilities were only delaying the inevitable and prolonging his agony.
He prayed every second he had left that someone would come and help him. It was his only thought even when his body had already started to turn into dust. His heart was still intact, but his blood core was gone, eaten by the black flames.
