The celestial walked in slow strides towards lucian who lied burnt on the battle ground with his breath shaky and his body trembling from the intense amount of pain he currently endured, unlike usual his healing had suddenly slowed down being that it was no ordinary attack but one from a celestial.
"You are still healing, you truly are one of a king Lycan king Lucian." said the celestial Pollos towering over the battered lycan unsheathing his sword as he slowly pulled it towards the tip of the Lucian's throat, "Any last words?," he asked with a clam aura.
