Deafening silence filled the Dark dome. With everyone else either dead or unconscious, the two remaining survivors kept their focus on each other in a deadlock.
Shamac remained on the ground, releasing what little resistance he had left to fight the impossible challenge in front of him.
The Executioner, Rider of the Underworld and the leader of countless demons stared down at Shamac from his flying horse and grinned with satisfaction.
"You intrigue me, boy! What is your name?" He asked with his deepened tone, breaking the quietness that pervaded the expanse they dwelled.
Shamac, still struggling to breathe and stand, continued beaming at the superior being he faced. Excruciating pain and immense drowsiness crept upon him, drawing the young and wounded lad to their grasp.
However, he wouldn't have any rest... Not after realizing the true status of the enemy he faced.
