“I understand, brother. I do.” Mayax actually began to tear up, faced with the cruel realization of his new life from this point forward. He wavered under all the terrible decisions he would have to make from now on. “If you stand with them, you kneel for me.”
Bonefield, knowing exactly what it meant, bowed his head and kneeled before Mayax. The Undying One conjured Velocet, his cursed Cleaver of Black, slowly out of the portal armory inch-by-terrifying-inch; until its full, imposing length was visible. Like an executioner, Mayax raised the behemoth beef splitter high above his head and prepared to drop it square on the nape of Bonefield’s neck. “I grant you a warrior’s death. Your soul will be free from my cursed Cleaver of Black, but your head will belong to me.”
“Thank you commander,”
