At that very moment, Althea’s golden Scythe landed on the humanoid’s shoulder and penetrated deep into his chest. Akarion turned his gaze to her, filled with amazement.
“You have surprised me. You let me believe it would be the Aetran to attack me, while your plan was to strike me with your Scythe that even managed to breach my silver armor. Remarkable… but useless!”
A moment later, Akarion’s body exploded with a dull roar, but the shreds were still bound by the Aetran’s immobilizing spell, so they brought no damage. However, when the Scythe was free again, the Chosen One shuddered in horror to see its golden blade shatter and fall to the ground in eight pieces.
Enàbram looked around bewildered:
“Why isn’t anything happening? We have defeated him, haven’t we? We have destroyed his hear
