There was silence. An eerie and all-encompassing silence. It was as if time itself had stopped, at least for Yaluk. The void mage had flirted with the idea of besting the upstart, an unknown quantity, and in the end, he paid the price.
He stood in front of me unflinching, yet it was not due to bravery or courage. It was due to the shock that ran through his mind. I could see the scene repeating on his eyes. The moment I swung my sword and separated his arm from his body was the moment he finally realised his mistake. It was a grave mistake, but much to his credit, he wasn't about to back down just yet.
Yaluk leapt away and inspected his arm. He bled profusely over the floor, making a mess on the otherwise clean surfaces of the hall. He grit his teeth as pain seared from his open wound. To my surprise, Yaluk knew a low-level healing spell that managed to close his wound and stop the blessing.
