CHAPTER 32 (PART 2): SLAY THE KING

“How …” Terrowin spoke, his mouth drowning with blood. “You … traitor …” He tried to stop the bleeding using his hands, while he hopelessly grasped for air.

Lucas made no reply. He walked forward and then touched the ice that covered Arth’s body. “Divine Revocation,” Lucas cast.

The ice cracked and then it broke, shattered into pieces. Arth hit the floor, breathing heavily while holding the wound in his gut. He gritted his teeth from the pain, panting hard.

“Well done,” Lucas told Arth, before he turned back to face Terrowin. “Your eighteen years of wicked reign ends here.” Then he sliced the king’s neck, cutting his head off at a blink of an eye. Blood spurted from the sliced head, spreading on the blue floor.

“Can you stand?”

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