"A Prince must stop!" the Masters voice thundered in a loud shout, almost panicking, and Lucian felt his body grind to a sudden halt.
"Urgh," Lucian groaned in pain as sudden pains burst through his body as he tilted his head to look at the Master.
His sword was held in a pinched grip between the fingers of the Master, who was looking at him with a bewildered gaze.
"Why… did… cough…" Lucian tried to question but his throat was parched like desert sands, and his body was struggling to process anything.
"Should a Prince have continued his body would have been broken," came the deep and powerful voice of the Master.
"Broken beyond fixing, broken to the point where a Prince would have been no more," he continued.
