I came for Vrakth the fourth time, and his crown had returned, but of course, he would never know that I destroyed it in the last loop… and so I broke it again.
I poured half my depth into a single Tribunal bolt, holding it in my chest until the golden light was so bright that my ribs glowed through my skin, and I waited for him to blitz me with the speed he did not know I was now aware of, he swung his arms to take my head, but my figure vanished like a soap bubble, and I reappeared behind him where the bolt struck the halo behind his head, and shattered it
Vrakth screamed as the dark flame around him guttered. With the crown gone, he could not vomit the dark flame in a geyser; he had to build it in his hands, slow, and a slower demon is a demon I can read.
