Snap!
The flesh of the immortal ripped apart like a piece of cloth. Sylvester's one hand clawed the head off of the torso, leaving a spillage of black tar-like blood everywhere, floating without any gravity or forces of nature.
On one hand, the severed head, and on the other, the neck of the torso. Sylvester kept the body in his grasp since he knew this wasn't the end of Ashraska's story. He picked up the severed head and faced it, finding signs of life.
"Without you, there shall be no need for war," Sylvester said. "Without you, Aveda will be the sole Primordial God. You are alone in this, and you shall die alone."
Fear lingered on the demonic face, its horns already broken by Sylvester in that raging sphere of light around them. Ashraska had accepted his brother's betrayal. "H-He won't help you… human!"
