Stannis, ignoring his own injuries, surged forward to intervene, only to be met by a wall of golden energy that slammed him and others violently against the far wall.
"Any last words, son?" Thaurion sneered.
But Jian Rui showed no fear. "I should be asking you that."
A chilling shink ripped through the air. Thaurion gasped, his eyes widening in disbelief. A blade, a physical blade, protruded from his back, crimson blooming on his regal robes. He turned, his face a mask of shock and betrayal.
Standing behind him, clad in a sleek, charcoal-grey exosuit, was Jian Wei.
"You?" Thaurion croaked, blood bubbling between his lips. He attempted to unleash his psychic power, but found it… muted and constrained.
Jian Wei's voice, amplified by the exosuit, was cold and steady. "Don't worry, you will live... but no longer as the tyrant."
