Broken had thrust his spear into Cedar, the Faery Mage Knight, from behind—a fatal blow that would surely end the knight's life.
Cedar, already weakened from the earlier battle, hadn't had the chance to recover, and now he was paying the price. The others had forgotten that they had left someone behind—someone they had wronged, and Broken had not.
The spear pierced through Cedar's back, and Broken's smile deepened as he watched the shocked expressions on the remaining Faery Knights.
"What have you done, Broken?!" Morel shouted. "He was already gravely wounded, barely able to recover, and you struck him from behind? What kind of disgusting act is this?"
"You forget, Morel," Broken said calmly, "he was one of those who pushed me into this corner in the first place. You all doubted me, ridiculed me, and now you're shocked that I've taken action?"
