Final Moments

As the golden fist approached Varian's face, time seemed to slow down.

The sheer momentum behind the punch twisted the air and cut Varian's skin. His skull started to shake and creak under the pressure and he began to bleed from his eyes, nose, and ears.

Yet Varian kept his eyes open as he stared at the incoming fist.

Haedon stared at the fearlessness in Varian's eyes and felt greatly insulted. If he killed his biggest enemy just like this, then what's the point? It wouldn't even be proper revenge.

Varian should scream, cry, and beg. His eyes should be filled with fear and despair, with helplessness as he suffers unimaginable mental pain.

'This is too easy death for him,' Haedon's eyes fluctuated and his punch slowed down. 'Too easy.'

A scarlet light suddenly flashed and caught Haedon off guard.

"Huh?" The sudden ache jolted Varan's muddled mind into thinking even as his already broken body curled up to protect itself. 'I was saved?!'