He stood pale, his sword falling from his hand and it stuck to the ground while his feet wobbled like a jelly.
He fell on his knees and he could feel his life force fading away, he traces his hand to his chest and he smiled sadly as he felt the hole in his chest with blood sputtering out from it.
He felt his foe move towards him and the strong hand of his held him strongly on his shoulder and he also fell on his knees but this time, staring at him with a look of disdain.
"The Dark world belongs to me now... Your rule is over..." He said.
"You betrayed me Klaus... I trusted you..."
"No Scott... I didn't, your Supreme rule is over and it's now time for a new dawn" Klaus replied.
"I promise you Klaus... When I'm Reborn, I will make you wish you had died, I will let you watch your descendants and anything that relate to you die..." Scott stated, his words barely audible but the frown on Klaus' face showed that he heard it clearly.
"C'mon brother... No creature can be Reborn... Goodbye" Klaus said and ripped off Scott's head from his body.
Now, the Dark world is in his grip, no one can stop him again, it is the beginning of a new dawn....
He turned into a giant bat and flew off, leaving the body to decay.
But little did he know that it was the beginning of the End..

THE LEGEND OF THE DEMON WOLF

Neville paced in his chamber feeling depressed and angry at the same time.He was a bad brother,how could he have allowed such a bad thing to happen to Scott.


If only he has fought Lord kiran that fateful day, Neville wouldn't have done anything stupid to the extent of his soul being overtaken by the soul of the evil Lord Scott.


"Staying in here and getting over nothing won't put you out of this mystery neville" A calm voice spoke behind him.


Neville looked back and there was General Michel standing proudly behind him.


"Do you know how it feels to lose a loved one? Do not come here to bore me with your lectures General!* Neville snapped angrily


General Michel moved closer towards Neville and placed his grip firmly on Neville's shoulder firmly. Neville felt it, the grip was incredibly strong.


Chapter 27 An army to destroy Mathias