As he closed in on the arena, he noticed the sages watching him. He half-expected them to attack, but none of them made a move.
It didn't even register to them that their king was already dead, or perhaps they were simply expecting a comeback, too entrenched in the illusion of his invincibility to accept the truth.
Except for Lizana, who was smiling at him, her eyes sparkling with admiration, forgetting that she was the one who escalated this matter.
If not for her, Julius wouldn't be so hellbent on fighting, and maybe the two could have negotiated. It wasn't like he really needed the dragon core in the sorcerer's king chest.
THUD!
He landed, and Julius's eyes were still open. It was a really scary sight—he died so fast that his facial expression didn't even change. If there was a silver lining here, it was that he didn't even have time to feel any pain. He just ceased to live.
