"It's over!" Gary Smith's gaze was indifferent as he prepared to reap the final fruit of victory.
"No, it's not... over yet!" Quezal's body was enveloped by a vast force of darkness, which transformed into more dark snakes, forming legs to support him as he stood up.
But the next second, his legs were severed by beams of golden light, and he fell to the ground once more.
"I cannot fall..."
"They... they're still waiting... waiting for me to take them home..."
Quezal's eyes were resolute, and he stood again, only to be pierced by thousands of beams of light, collapsing once more as fresh blood gushed out.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
However, his heart, containing the blood of the Ancestor's Snake, kept beating relentlessly, driven by a powerful will, stimulating the strength of a fantasy species comparable to that of a True King, granting him almost infinite undead vitality.
At least until the energy of this drop of blood was exhausted, it was so.
