Angus tilted his head, studying them with those star-filled eyes that seemed to peer into depths beyond normal perception.
"You've fought well," he said, his voice carrying those unsettling harmonics.
"Better than I anticipated, if I'm being honest. The fusion creature should have eliminated at least two of you. Arthur's survival was... unexpected."
"We're still standing," Gawter replied, his enchanted sword held despite the tremor in his arms from exhaustion. Blood continued to seep from the wounds covering his body, but his voice remained steady.
"And as long as we stand, you don't win."
Angus smiled, the expression wrong on his transformed features.
"Then let me show you the difference between legends of the past and the power of a new reality."
He raised both hands toward the Citadel behind him.
