Helion took an involuntary step back as he sensed what was unfolding within Renard.
For although the latter appeared motionless and physically spent, the glow in his eyes bore witness to a burning will.
A will so intense it seemed capable of shattering the impossible.
Renard's body began to glow.
Stigmas slowly appeared across his skin.
Yet Helion could feel it: this was different from the previous times Renard had resorted to Sigma Mode.
("I don't know what he's preparing. Nevertheless, it would be wiser not to let him succeed.")
"Yorb, decapitate him!"
The panic in His Highness's voice startled Yorb, who obeyed instantly.
One of his gigantic legs rose into the air before crashing down with brutal force toward Renard's head.
"Die, human!" Marquis Yorb shouted, already convinced of the battle's outcome.
But someone else had already spoken the final word on his life.
The limb did come down… only to be severed in a single, clean strike.
