The black frost axe descended with finality, the blade wreathed in dark ice that seemed to devour light itself. Pho's blank white eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his three-meter frame towering over Jack's kneeling form.
The Soul Warden knelt there, Oscar clutched weakly in one hand, blood staining the frozen floor beneath him. This was the end.
The conclusion to a fight that should never have been close in the first place. A human daring to challenge a Disaster-class lord, that's unheard of.
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