Austaire's mana-imbued golden sword cut cleanly through Magnus's neck, the mana-heated blade parting flesh and bone as though slicing through parchment.
Shiing!~
His head toppled, thudding against the cold stone floor with a dull echo.
But her lips did not curve into triumph. Instead, her brow furrowed.
'Something's wrong.'
As an awakened experienced knight herself, she had slain many foes, some stronger than her, others weaker.
The moment of a beheading was always the same- shock in the eyes, a frozen scream etched on their face, fear twisting their final expression.
But Magnus was different.
'His defeat came too easy. Like it didn't matter at all'
Her gaze darted to the severed head, still rolling to a stop at her feet. His features bore no fear.
No desperation. Instead, his lips were twisted into a crooked smile, his eyes brimming with mockery, as if death itself was beneath him.
