The air in the collapsing domain grew thick with the metallic tang of blood and the ozone stench of failing magic. Kaeleth was no longer fighting for victory; he was fighting for a reprieve from the impossible cruelty being inflicted upon him.
His divine essence flickered like a candle in a hurricane, but that very essence, his connection to the temporal flow, became his greatest curse.
Rex's eyes burned with a sadistic clarity. He had discovered the god's weakness: Kaeleth could not die as long as his connection to time remained intact.
His body would force itself back together, rewinding its own damage, but the neurological pathways of pain remained intact. He could feel every nerve ending scream before it was undone.
"Oh, don't look away yet," Rex growled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to rattle Kaeleth's very teeth. "We're just getting to the good part."
Rex lunged. His movement was a blur of controlled violence.
