For the next three minutes, Soron continued to dominate the space around him, as he fought the most vibrant battle he could, burning through what remained of his divinity with reckless joy, until a violent cough finally tore its way out of his chest and rattled his internal organs hard enough to make the air shudder.
*Cough*
*Choke*
Black-tainted blood poured from his mouth in thick, unstoppable streams, splashing across the shattered battlefield like spilled ink, and yet Soron laughed through it, his lips pulled into a grin that bordered on manic as he twisted past a spear thrust and clipped a retreating Yu Kiro across the ribs purely out of spite.
*SLAM*
'So this is where it ends…'
The thought was calm, almost fond, as he felt something vital begin to slip.
This time, the strength did not come back.
