(Execution Livestream Continuation, Mauriss' POV)
Mauriss watched the clash with undisguised delight, chin resting lazily against the back of his knuckles as Helmuth's axe tore through space again and Soron slipped past it by margins so thin they felt obscene, the execution platform groaning beneath their feet while fractures spider-webbed and healed and shattered again in a rhythm that felt almost musical to him.
'Mmm… delicious.'
The thought curled through his mind as he licked his fingers slowly, savoring the spectacle the way a gourmand might savor the first bite of a long-awaited meal, because there was something uniquely intoxicating about watching two beings this powerful, this old, and this dangerous tear at the edges of reality without quite crossing the line into finality.
Mauriss did not want it to end too soon.
He wanted it to ripen.
