Laston was finally dead, but his last words lingered in the air, leaving behind an ominous feeling about what was to come.
His death should have brought them relief, maybe even joy, for they had successfully eliminated another great threat. But why did it feel like this? As if his death was not the end, but the beginning of something far worse?
King Gulben's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. He wanted to think more about Laston's final words, but he could no longer do so. His mind, body, and magic energy were completely drained, far beyond their limits. At this point, he was powerless to do anything.
Saeldir, still unable to stand, watched his king fall. He gritted his teeth and let out a weary sigh, frustration evident in his exhausted face.
Darkness crept into King Gulben's vision, his surroundings blurring. Within seconds, his consciousness slipped away.
