You failed

"Pathetic," Albert said, his voice dripping with contempt. The attack seemed to have hit him squarely—or so Strax thought. He felt the impact and knew he had struck something. But as the dust settled, revealing the scene with a chilling clarity,

Albert was there, apparently unscathed, a mocking smile dancing on his lips. His eyes shone with cold and cruel amusement as he looked down, holding the sword with his bare hands.

"Is this the best you can do?" Albert taunted, his voice echoing in the now silent battlefield.

"No... it can't be..." Strax murmured, gripping Tiamat even tighter. The sword's energy still pulsed through him, but the reality of his father's invulnerability was a crushing blow to his self-esteem. There was no chance, there never had been, but he thought, just a little... that he could do something.