"Very well, then," Aldric breathed, "It seems you have made up your mind, Issac." He lifted his hand and traced his face, his hand finally resting at his temple.
Issac shivered at the caress, recognizing that move as his signature touch of death. He would get into his mind and shut him down from the inside out and not even the mental walls he put up would save him. Perhaps it was better he died this way than the prince using his dark magic on him. He heard that it felt like being burned alive, hopefully, he won't feel this one and have a peaceful death.
"What a pity, we could have done so much together," Adric tutted to himself, both hands now resting on his temple, "But don't worry, I would make this quick."
Issac groaned as he felt a sudden pressure in his head that made him dizzy and nauseous. He groaned, sliding down against the wall and Aldric moved with him, his hands pressed tightly to his skull and his attention focused.
