He looked around frantically, searching for the terrifying hallucination that had just tormented him. It was gone. "A hallucination," he whispered to himself, the truth a cold splash of water on his panicked mind.
Beside him, Malzor, the one who was about to "strike", looked down with a sneer. The demon's face was a mask of disdain as he took in Rattan's pathetic, trembling form. He couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. The host of the great Phantom was nothing more than a coward, a pathetic sight unworthy of the power he held.
Malzor had no time for judgment. He pulled Rattan to his feet, his grip surprisingly firm. "You won," was all he said.
Rattan, still disoriented, blinked. "Huh?"
"You won," Malzor repeated, his voice strained with impatience. "The Empire's pillars are gone. Their power is all yours now."
