Slash.
Zair watched calmly as the god's body split cleanly into two equal halves, soaking the forest floor beneath it in blood. He dispersed his sword and slowly glanced around.
'No more threats.'
Only a few minutes had passed since the Resource Wars began, and this had been their first encounter. The forest was unnervingly quiet, and he couldn't feel any presence beyond the two of them.
"Urgh, Brother… I told you to save the head."
Lyra grimaced as she knelt beside the corpse, studying the damage.
"I had to kill him quickly."
"There were other ways. You could've cut his neck. Pierced his heart. Taken off his limbs. Hell, even his crotch if you had to. Just not the head."
She sighed.
"Now I can't access his will. It's broken."
It was well known that Will originated from the mind, an extension of one's very being. By cleaving straight through the god's source, Zair had shattered it.
"…"
