General Kael was a large man, armored in the finest steel plate Sanctum could forge. Under the boot of the World Eater, he felt as fragile as a beetle.
Revas applied just enough pressure to the General's breastplate to make the metal groan, compressing his ribs. Kael gasped for air, his eyes bulging as he stared up at the monster looming over him.
"Please," Kael wheezed, blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth. "I... I surrender. By the laws of war... I demand... prisoner status."
Revas tilted his head, looking down at Kael with mild confusion.
"Prisoner?" Revas repeated. He looked at Mirabelle. "Mistress, he thinks this is a war. Isn't that adorable?"
Mirabelle walked over, her boots crunching on the forest floor. She looked like a nightmare, dressed in black leather, her face splattered with the blood of the man she had just killed, gripping the obsidian dagger.
