Xaiver's eyes narrowed as he raised his sword, green mana swirling fiercely around him, and with a swift motion, brought it down toward Alexei's neck.
As the blade descended, time seemed to slow for Alexei. He could feel the sharp edge nearing him, the end approaching. In those final moments, a thought surfaced, one that weighed heavier than all his wounds, heavier than any defeat.
'I'm sorry, my Liege...'
'In the end, I couldn't fulfill my promise...'
A flash of sorrow appeared in his flame-blue eyes, but he remained calm, accepting his fate. Xaiver's sword struck, cleaving through with ease, following trough Xaiver then plunged his sword through Alexei's chest, shattering his core.
As Alexei's skull fell and rolled some inches away, a heavy silence followed, his flame-blue eyes dimming as his last thought faded into the void.
Xaiver exhaled, his grip loosening on his own sword as he looked down at Alexei's remains. "Well, that's that..."
