The sword, wreathed in sacred flame, struck his face, creating a massive depression. Its needle-like blade remained firmly embedded there. The center of his face caved in. Bits of flesh and blood oozed out as he collapsed heavily onto the giant wolf sculpture.
Jack, already lost in slumber, seemed to be talking in his sleep, muttering, "Do it, hurry, do it."
Pain could easily wake him. Clearly, Father was trying his best to hold off the enemy in the dream.
Alka withdrew the long-handled dagger from Jack's waist and plunged it directly into Jack's chest, piercing his heart.
The momentary pain woke Sifus from the Dream Realm, but then Jack seized his body again.
However, the body's death left Jack with no way out. He was now utterly exhausted, his mind in a daze. He couldn't even consider resisting or healing the wounds, and his Magic Power was nearly depleted. This was his weakest moment.
"You... you all... really went to great lengths..."
