Pax was no longer alive.
The headless body fell to the ground.
A witch servant, basically an upgraded version of the animal familiar, had the blood of magic and chaos flowed in their veins.
This magic strengthened their body and granted unique abilities that mortals could never have.
But Pax never had the chance to show any of it.
Because of his own arrogance, his life had ended in a flash, literally.
Silence took over the mining camp. The only sound there was, was the popping of the blue flame.
A miner fell on his butt. His shaky hand pointed at the corpse and his hair stood up. Following him were many other miners. They were shocked and in disbelief.
It was then that Siderius knew he had won.
He strutted toward the corpse of Pax.
