But it was too late.
The concentrated force of Alex's strike was overwhelming, far beyond what Varkoth's defences could handle in their vulnerable state.
The armour that had once seemed impenetrable to crack, and the energy surrounding it flickered and faded as the Phoenix fire bore down on it.
CRACK!
And then, with a deafening crack, the armour shattered.
Virtue's Edge, still vibrating with the remnants of power it had just unleashed, cleaved through Varkoth's defences, slicing into his flesh with a precision that was almost surgical.
The blade dug deep, cutting through bone, muscle and any other organic matter as if they were nothing.
The searing heat of the flames cauterised the wound even as it was inflicted.
Varkoth's body jerked violently, the force of his strike sending shockwaves through him.
His eyes, which had been clouded with pain, fear, and horror suddenly slammed open in shock.
