"Strip this bastard and give me everything he has."
Arckon heard the words, but his body refused to move, still frozen by the scene he'd just witnessed.
Eric, the boy who had terrified him with a single glare, was now lying unconscious on the ground, soaked in his own piss.
He hadn't even understood what happened.
One moment, Eric was swinging his sword, looking like he had the upper hand… and the next, he froze, pissed himself and collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.
Arckon glanced at Eric's subordinates and they were just as stunned as he was.
A few minutes ago, they had been grinning with absolute confidence. Now… their faces were carved with pure and unfiltered fear.
"Arckon." He heard his name again and looked toward Rael. "I said, strip this bastard down and give me the loot."
Rael spoke as casually as if he were asking Arckon to pick a few flowers and somehow that made Arckon even more terrified.
