For Truston, who had to maintain the rock exoskeleton, all the attacks he did and the last major one, he had depleted a lot of his essence's potency.
Hence at the last moment, at his limits, there was little he could do against the attack.
Wincing and gritting his now bloody teeth, Truston fell to the ground with his back, his rock exoskeleton crumbling off of him.
The now free-hands Haldon took two steps forward, bent forward, and grabbed the sword's handle.
Pulling it out slowly, he smiled as Truston let out a sky shattering wail.
Breathing heavily, Haldon flicked his sword holding hand, making the sword disappear.
He was not fairing any better. His abilities, and the mystical artifacts, had also made him consume a lot of his essence.
Standing above Truston, his chest rose and fell with a smile on his charred face.
