The air was thick with tension as Baktou aimed the ballista at Moga's head, his heart pounding. "This is it," he muttered to himself, focusing all his concentration on the target. The battlefield became a chaotic dance of blades, arrows, and roars, but Baktou had only one goal in mind.
As he pulled the trigger, a massive bolt shot through the air, heading straight for Moga's head. Time seemed to slow as everyone watched, breaths held. The bolt found its mark, piercing through Moga's skull with a sickening thud.
Moga staggered, his once fierce demeanour now replaced by confusion as he felt light. "Ga....Gaaa?" he muttered, moments before collapsing to the ground. The battlefield fell silent as the realization of what had transpired settled in.
The aftermath of the decisive shot left a grotesque tableau on the battlefield. Moga lay lifeless, blood pooling around his head where the bolt had gruesomely impaled his skull.
