Seraphis's brow furrowed, feeling the Hound's unrelenting resistance on his sword, shaking nonstop.
"You will obey..."
"I did." The Hound cut him off, each word ripping from his chest like torn flesh. "I obeyed when I begged in the streets. When I clawed at work I couldn't do... When I smiled through the rot of your silence."
He stepped closer. The golden aura flickered nonstop, akin to a candle about to be extinguished.
"But now? I carry no master... Only the screams of those you couldn't hear."
The golden light dimmed... Lionheart's Fang radiance shaken, as if recoiling from the truth.
"So cast your judgment, fallen king," the Hound whispered, his yellowish teeth flashing behind steel. "But don't expect my knees to buckle... For I made them into nothing but weapons of liberation."
As the last word left his mouth, the Hound disappeared out of his place, and when he reappeared, his deformed knee was planted deep in Seraphis's gut, akin to a javelin.
Booom!
