The Fallen King seemed to recover from his stupor, and he pointed at Wolfe.
"I will kill you myself. None shall take my throne." He declared.
With a massive amount of energy that left him panting, he broke free from Wolfe's barrier using only his internal reserves, which amounted to far less than a Demon King's mana cores. The mana suppression ended, and he stalked toward Wolfe, pulling his blade with a burst of insane laughter.
Wolfe prepared for an intense battle, but that fight would never come.
With the flick of a wrist, Petros slid a blade between the first and second vertebrae in the King's neck, neatly decapitating him and leaving his body a crumpled heap on the ground, defenceless against the burst of fire that ended his life.
Petros' eyes were sad as he looked at Wolfe. "Maybe he was right. He would be betrayed by his closest confidants and killed by one he once called friend."
