The black frost axe descended with finality, the blade wreathed in dark ice that seemed to devour light itself.
Pho's blank white eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his three-meter frame towering over Jack's kneeling form.
The Soul Warden knelt there, Oscar clutched weakly in one hand, blood staining the frozen floor beneath him.
This was the end. The conclusion to a fight that should never have been close in the first place.
A human daring to challenge a Disaster-class lord, that's unheard of. The only one with the gall to attempt such a feat in the history of the tower was Malakai.
"This is the difference," Pho said softly. "Between us."
The axe continued its arc, moving with speed that made dodging impossible, with force that would split Jack in half from shoulder to hip.
True damage that bypassed any type of protection.
Victory was assured.
Except Jack was smiling.
That same ear-to-ear grin that had appeared when revealing Cho's fate.
