" The Crown Prince sent you here?" Akris slowly parroted the words that Zora said before his lips curled up in a slug smile. " Is that so?"
He stretched his hand while twisting his fingers in a swift motion as if he was grabbing a sword from thin air, black mists curled around his fingers before a sword as dark as the midnight sky without the slightest gleam appeared in his hand. Even the blade was so dark that it looked as if it was woven from the darkness itself.
" So, tell me, Zora…" Akris raised his sword aiming it straight at the man in front of him. " How will you like to die? Would you like it if I were to swiftly do it in one swift motion or would you like a slow painful death?"
