Krystal managed a gasp as her eyes landed on Zale whose chest rose and fell heavily, a murderous expression on his face. In his hand was the scythe which she used earlier and its sharp tip was now dripping with blood.
Her eyes went wide with disbelief as she looked at Prospero’s lifeless body which had now been separated from his head before she now looked back at Zale.
She couldn’t believe it. Prospero had finally been defeated. He was dead and ironically, he was beheaded by his own son.
Another gasp escaped her lips and in that process, more blood seeped out of her mouth as her entire body trembled violently. She was cold. So cold.
“Krystal!” Zale yelled, the scythe dropping from his hand, the clang it made on the ground echoing around the cave.
He ran to her side, his eyes filled
