As the blue light emanating from the stone in Fredrinn's chest formed an ethereal armor over his skin...
...each drop of Rose's blood that fell upon the cathedral's stone floor created an irreparable fracture in his soul.
Before his eyes was the black sword embedded in the lungs of the woman who was one of his most trusted subordinates.
And at the other end of the room, the blood-soaked body of Cassian, tossed aside like a rag doll.
Grief gave way to a volcanic rage in a matter of seconds.
Fredrinn did not hesitate for a single moment.
He closed the distance between them in a single lunge.
His sword, an extension of pure power and a thirst for vengeance, swung towards the Black Knight, leaving a bluish trail in the air.
The Black Knight's arm, shattered by Cassian's lightning, dangled almost uselessly at his side. He tried to parry the blow with his other arm.
The two swords met with a deafening screech.
