The mist that had once dominated the vast hall began to thin, retreating as though it, too, had succumbed to exhaustion. Slowly, the scene within revealed itself... a tableau of stillness amidst everything.
Agon stood motionless, his body rigid, as Geralt the Ashen Knight loomed before him. The knight's gauntleted hand was buried deep in Agon's chest, the metallic sheen of his ash armor streaked with fresh blood. Agon's mouth parted slightly, a thin stream of crimson trickling from his lips as his life ebbed away with each passing second.
For a moment, time seemed to hold its breath.
The knight's glowing eyes flickered faintly within the shadow of his helm.
