The head of a middle-aged man with short brown hair and a mustache gazed emptily at the army of human wizards numbering a little over a thousand, flies flying around it.
The wizards of the Imperial Army naturally recognized Targon Rockbarrow, the Earth Magna, though they would've most certainly preferred to meet him alive.
The Atrox Seres raised the severed head high, gripping it by the hair and rotating it to lock eyes with it.
"This guy is mostly a bit sturdy and persistent, but that's about it. He was never a threat to me," the mighty Fellkin said.
Their battle lasted over two days.
But in the end, a human's constitution would never match a Fellkin's, and Targon ran out of steam first, eventually falling prey to the Atrox Seres.
Emmanuel and the members of the Boulder Guards watched the brutal scene with utter grief and hatred blazing in their eyes.
Some of them even wept for their fallen lord.
Targon, although strict and a bit awkward, was a kindhearted and stoic leader.
