Khael collapsed to his knees, armor breaking away in glowing shards, revealing his battered, blood–soaked human form underneath.
He couldn't breathe.
He couldn't stand.
He could barely feel his limbs.
K laughed softly.
"You lost"
Not mocking.
Victorious.
"The form has collapsed.
You gambled everything… and lost."
He approached slowly, each step echoing.
Juno tried to stand and shield Khael, but his legs immediately folded.
Andromeda and Ceyla crawled to reach him.
Ryn screamed helplessly.
Mari clutched her brother, shaking, crying silently.
K raised his hand.
Void energy gathered.
"Now then… let us end the Dragon Knight properly."
Khael forced his head up, eyes blurry, breath shallow, pain unbearable.
But he whispered
"…I'm not… done…"
K tilted his head. "In that state? You can't even lift your hand."
Khael's fingers twitched.
Something warm familiar touched his broken spirit.
A tiny glow.
Soft.
Weak.
