CHAPTER 11 : THE MERCY
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THE MERCY
Malakor fell to his knees, trembling violently. The overwhelming power of Lance and Elana was too much for him to bear. He realized that if they wanted to kill him, he would be dead in a second.
"P-Please! Have mercy!" Malakor cried out, his voice shaking, tears actually falling from his eyes. "I was wrong! I was blinded by greed! Please spare my life! I will never come back! I swear I will change!"
He bowed his head low, pressing his forehead against the dirty ground. "I beg you, Your Majesties! I have families too! Do not kill me!"
Lance looked down at him with cold eyes. He saw how weak and pathetic the Sorcerer looked now. All his arrogance and pride were gone, replaced by pure fear.
"Stand up," Lance said sternly.
Malakor looked up, surprised. "Y-Your Majesty?"
"I could kill you right now," Lance said, his hand glowing with power. "You deserve death for what you did. But... I am not a murderer who kills those who are already begging. I am a King, not a monster."
"Leave this place and never return," Lance warned him one last time. "If I see you again, even after you begged like this... I will not be nice anymore."
"Thank you! Thank you so much, Your Majesty!" Malakor said excitedly, bowing repeatedly. "You are truly kind! I am forever grateful!"
He stood up and walked away slowly, looking very humble and sorry. But as soon as he turned his back and entered the dark forest, his expression instantly changed.
The tears were gone. The fear was gone.
Instead, a wicked, evil smile appeared on his face.
"Fools," he whispered silently. "They actually believed me? How stupid. You spared my life? Good. Because very soon... it is you who will beg ME for death."
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