It's Over Part Two

But he couldn't…

Kamel, Herald, and Vakemore found themselves frozen, their minds racing for an answer—any answer—that could salvage what remained of this catastrophe.

But there was none.

Their grand strategy, the weight of their preparations, the ancient magics they had unearthed, the terrifying undead they had wrenched from the underworld—all had been reduced to dust beneath Arkanos' heel. Quite literally, in some cases.

And now, there he stood, a towering figure clad in abyssal miasma, holding his consort as if she were the most precious thing in existence, while gazing at them with all the amusement of a god watching ants try to comprehend the concept of fire.

It was humiliating. It was terrifying. It was, perhaps, the worst moment of their collective lives.

Kamel, still kneeling from the force of Arkanos' presence, struggled to control his breathing.