Morvane hit the ground hard, his vision blurring as his upper body landed with a sickening thud. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, and he could barely process what had just happened. He was cut in two.
His fading sight caught Crimson standing frozen, his eyes wide with panic. "No… no, no, no! What have I done?" Crimson's voice cracked as he stumbled backward, clutching his weapon like it had betrayed him.
In the background, Drevon watched the scene unfold with a twisted grin, his expression a stark contrast to Crimson's despair. Morvane felt anger bubble inside him, but it was fleeting. His vision darkened as he closed his eyes, resigning himself to the cold embrace of death.
