Orun laughed and tore the skin from his own chest. Runes beneath the flesh burned like fire. He screamed. His body twisted. Grew. Bones snapped and reshaped. Wings of bone unfurled behind him. His fists dripped with molten energy.
He charged one last time.
The world slowed.
Rath stepped once. Twice. A blur.
His blade struck.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
Twelve cuts in a blink.
Orun's wings shattered.
His arms split apart.
Rath ended behind him, sword pointed down.
He stabbed through the back of Orun's neck.
All the way through.
The runes flickered.
Then it went dark.
Orun dropped to his knees.
Rath pulled the blade free.
No words.
Only the sound of Orun's body falling forward, cracking the stone beneath. Orun was dead.
Rath walked away towards the Frein to protect him from the unknown and surprising attacks.
★★★
Then we again moved towards the new battle...
Dust rolled over the dead valley. Shattered mountains jutted from the broken ground like snapped teeth.
