But He didn't; instead, He spoke in a low voice: "Try again!"
"I felt death..."
The torment of thousands of years of death had already made Him lose all hope of living, even craving eternal rest. He was always waiting for someone to end Him, but that person must possess the power of death.
Duncan did not possess it, yet He felt the fleeting divinity and last vitality.
Slaughter?
War?
Or power from some other domain?
Bachad didn't know, but He knew He was finally close to dying.
Boom!
The earth shattered.
It felt like an immense, inconceivable whale was convulsing, an unspeakable, terrifying silhouette trembled, His weathered body entering a countdown to death. With Duncan's repeated heavy strikes, the divine power seemed to be waning, driving Bachad into a final frenzy before death.
Rumble!
