"—Ghhk!" Victor groaned as blood spilled down his chin.
His vision blurred and spun as his body felt numb from head to toe.
Through his haze, he saw the two Drakenars approaching without haste.
Their massive shadows grew larger over him as dust and fire swirled in the ruined air.
Garo's molten form rippled as he reached within himself and slowly pulled out Victor's sword. Steam hissed off the glowing blade as though mocking its true wielder.
The molten beast raised it up high as his maw twisted into a mockery of a smile.
And then, it spoke...
"It is time," Garo rumbled in nearly perfect English.
His molten throat vibrated with the words. The sight was so alien it made Victor's blood run cold.
"—to die by your own sword."
The legacy sword tinged like a living beast, vibrating violently in Garo's hands as he raised it high above his head.
The crimson glow that once made him look so imposing faltered. The veins in his forehead bulged as his grip trembled.
