—SWISH!
The blades of Hakuto, Chantal, and Shin slash through Drakhul's defenseless body at the exact same time.
Stripped of the Fallen One's Eye, he crumbles into ashes.
Velune watches in terror, paralyzed by the sight.
Her agonized screams of rage and pain echo across the area.
The last undead under her command—the most powerful—has been reduced to nothing but dust.
She collapses to her knees, shaking violently, spasming as if seized by a convulsion.
Her tiny fists slam over and over against the tear-soaked ground.
Zhurvak stands silently beside her, watching. His expression is cold, detached, completely indifferent to her suffering.
«M-My Drakhul… my precious Drakhul… he's been annihilated…» Velune whispers, her voice almost gone.
«And I'm afraid it's not just Drakhul,» Zhurvak replies, his voice chilling her to the bone.
It's not the shy, submissive tone he's always used with her.
It's cold. Sharp. Cruel.
