Time seemed to slow.
The axe descended.
Kethran's eyes widened as he saw death approaching, saw the absolute certainty in that strike, felt the conviction that made it undeniable.
'I'm going to.. die?'
The realization hit him with terrible finality.
'A human... this weak human is going to kill me? A dark elf?'
The blade was inches from his neck.
Inches from ending him.
Inches from–
But just when the elf was about to die, the Domain collapsed.
The pitch-black void dissolved, the corpses disappeared and the pressure vanished.
Damian staggered mid-strike, his Aura completely empty, unable to maintain the Domain any longer.
'No... not now... NOT NOW!'
His wings flickered, dissolved into black mist and the merger broke.
Power fled his body like water through his fingers.
The strike that should have killed Kethran–
Went wide.
SLASH
Missed his neck by a hair's breadth, only cutting a shallow line across his shoulder instead of decapitating him.
