What followed after Mevron's roar was the sound of flesh being punctured as Mevron's icy fist shot right through Azu's chest before taking it out with a rageful look.
Viktor's body shook before his eyes slowly lost their light while the rest of his body became deathly cold without any signs of life.
"Tsk, you tricked me into killing you too easy," Mevron grumbled as he rubbed his bloodied hand against his robes before walking away, still feeling regretful that he died too quick, especially after what he did.
If only he had controlled his wrath, he would have made sure to string him up in the middle of the Coldstorm of Hell, which was the coldest and hellish place in the realm.
A place the Winter Dragons used to punish the ones who offended them the most or even their own who betrayed their own race.
