Ragon's breath slowed as he stared at the incoming spear, it's sharp tip was surrounded with dark purple energy. Time itself seemed to stretch as this exact moment felt like it was prolonged.
Inches away from his face, the dark energy within the spear rotated, distorting the air. The spear was not just a weapon of Taka, it was also an extension of his soul, a condensed form of part of his very life force.
Meanwhile, all the soldiers were all quiet as they were all staring at their King that might be rendered dead in some seconds. The soldiers watching from both sides froze in place.
Even Modrith, who was already mid-stride, about to intervene, found himself hesitating.
This is it… they all thought.
Ragon had barely been able to stand moments ago. He was struck down, with no visible defense, there was no way he could avoid the spear's fatal blow they all thought.
Taka smirked from a distance, his lips curling in triumph. "Die."
