Embedded Sword

Laston groaned in pain, feeling the cannon slip from his grasp and plummet downward. Meanwhile, King Gulben, seizing the opportunity, lunged toward him like a silver comet, moving at a terrifying speed.

Laston snarled in frustration. He had never expected things to escalate this far. He had been caught off guard by Saeldir's sudden attack and then by King Gulben's relentless assault.

How was the Elven King still fighting with such sharp focus after witnessing his son suffer a devastating blow and fall? Laston couldn't understand. He had believed that striking Aerchon first would leave Gulben vulnerable.

But he hadn't accounted for Saeldir's unexpected arrival.

Below them, explosions of light and dark energy still illuminated the battlefield. And now, King Gulben was already right in front of him.

"HYAAAHHH!!!"

With a fierce cry, the Elven King swung his fist. His sword was still embedded deep in Laston's shoulder.