Upon gathering the necessary information, Sparrow cast a disdainful glance at the man who had readily betrayed his own people to save himself. The man shrank under Sparrow's gaze, feeling the weight of his impending fate as cold sweat trickled down his back. He sensed Sparrow's intent, a prelude to something ominous.
"You promised to spare me if I talked!" the man protested, his voice tinged with desperation as he began to back away. Sparrow, however, allowed no opportunity for escape. With a swift gesture, he conjured a razor-sharp wind blade aimed directly at the man's head. The man's eyes widened in horror as he felt the sudden surge of wind pressure, but before he could react, his head was cleanly severed from his neck. His eyes remained wide open, frozen in shock, in the moment before his demise.
