"Why... won't you... die?"
As the heavenly chain swayed and groaned beneath him, Mordret pushed forward and drove his sword into Asterion's chest. The sharp blade pierced the skin and the muscle, sliding between the Dreamspawn's ribs to cut open his heart and sever his spine. It escaped in a torrent of blood from his back, glistening like a scarlet monument to the vicious act of murder.
Asterion simply smiled, grabbing Mordret's wrist and bringing his own sword down...
His sword, with a black hilt and a scarlet blade, was the embodiment of Morgan of Valor. Mordret's stubborn sister had walked such a long and thorny path to free herself from the fate of becoming a blade that someone else wielded, and yet here she was, reduced to being an obedient weapon nevertheless.
And such a deadly weapon, as well.
