Zain was being chained.
Black burns spread across his arms and chest.
His breath came slowly, and smoke rose from his back.
His vision blurred, but he kept his eyes locked on Vorthar.
Vorthar chuckled, stepping forward.
"Let me hear it," he said. "Your final words."
Zain's body swayed.
With the little strength he had left, he lifted his head.
And spat blood right into Vorthar's face.
Vorthar's eye twitched.
Zain smirked, tired but sharp.
"Fuck you."
Vorthar wiped the blood from his cheek and frowned deeply.
"I see," he said. "So that's your choice."
He stepped back and raised one hand. Heat rolled out from his body.
His cloak burned away, revealing the glowing red lines that now covered his skin.
"Then let me give you the death you deserve."
Vorthar's body rose slowly into the air. Flames circled him.
Zain looked at him and only smirked.
"I'll remember this," he said.
But Vorthar didn't listen.
