After Nichol’s attack had craved Volthur into two pieces, the fading light in his eyes glared at him, bellowing with unbridled resentment.
“My return! My revenge! How dare you!”
Nichol scoffed. “Aren’t you supposed to be a great warrior? You’re not living up to your kind’s reputation.”
“Silence! What do you know!?”
“Enough,” he countered. “Enough to know how far you’ve fallen.”
Prepare to kill. Prepare to die. Regardless where, it is universal principle for those that breathes the violent life of combat. Always at peace of dying and Volthur, is such a man no more.
“I can’t die he…!” His last cry unfinished when the light in his eyes disappeared. Afterwards, his lifeless had turned completely grey.
“Detective!”
Then, noticing that the fight had ended and he was the one left standing
