Norman staggered, his lifeblood seeping from a dozen wounds. Each ragged breath was a struggle, he was too weak to even muster a scream.
Yet, within the fading ember of his soul, a twisted resolve burned. His lips curled into a sadistic smile, his hate-filled eyes locking onto his son.
In his final, desperate moments, Norman summoned the last dregs of his power, his trembling hand crackling with dark energy as he unleashed a blinding bolt of lightning toward the exhausted boy.
Davi could barely lift his head. His vision blurred, the world narrowing to a tunnel of fading light as the lethal arc of electricity surged toward him.
Every muscle screamed in protest as he willed his body to move, to escape the inevitable, but his strength had long since deserted him.
