The Duskbound Order's brand ignited at once, bright dark red flames engulfing Lord Darius in a raging inferno.
The Duskbound Order's brand could act as a safety net, and also... as an annihilation mark, making its members understand their life and death were under the organization's control.
Lord Darius gritted his teeth and remained silent throughout the whole process; not a single whimper, beg, or prayer was heard... Even when his soul was burned as well.
He ate the flames with his pride intact, turning into a cloud of ash.
The last thought coursing through his mind was: This isn't over...
His soul and body were burnt, yet he still thought like this... Was it a delusion, believing he could outrun death, or did it go deeper than this?
Only he knew... or what remained of him.
As his ash drifted, its luster was feasted on by the Shadow Dimension. Yet, the Bishop didn't glance at it once.
His mind was already working on the next move to offset the consequences of this failure.
