The villagers still gripping their weapons faltered. Their knuckles white as their gazes darted from one another in fear.
Their courage that was already fragile was shattered by the sight of Dorrak—their chief, their symbol of power who was reduced to a broken husk.
The man they once thought invincible now lay sprawled in the dirt. His body mangled and his strength stripped away.
The last traces of his forbidden Magic flickered and died then vanishing like smoke in the wind.
His limbs no longer twitched with regeneration. His chest heaved hard for a moment then slumped. Finally his body collapsed entirely and he fell unconscious.
The sight broke something within the villagers. Uncertain and desperate murmurs spread.
"I… I will talk!" one man blurted, dropping his weapon.
"Me too! I'll talk!" another shouted quickly, his voice cracking with fear.
Krono's golden gaze swept across them. "Good."
