One grain of sand slowly flew toward one of the captives who knelt close to the edge of the stage.
The spectating kings watched closely.
The captive human struggled to release himself from the magic binds on his wrist and ankles but to no avail.
He was now a weak defenseless human compared to the mighty king he once was.
He closed his eyes, doing his best to protect himself against the rune-inscribed grain of sand.
However, that didn't change anything.
The grain of sand approached his closed eyes and he felt a light prick, which was then followed by a world of pain.
The grain of sand spun slightly, piercing into the eyelid of the man and spinning its way into the eye.
The captive roared, opening his eyes as blood mixed with white eye fluid flowed down his cheeks.
But it didn't stop, the pain didn't stop. The grain of sand, as if it had been programmed to take its time, moved at a snail's pace.
The captive was bound to the ground and couldn't really move anyway.
