A Shadow of One's Former Self

A shockwave of agony reverberated through his being.

In that harrowing moment, where pain mingled with disbelief, the chilling tendrils of mortality coiled around his heart—whispering of imminent demise. Even though mortality had gripped, the Executor before, another realization settled in his mind.

Regardless of what he did now, he couldn't win against the Royal Black Prince.

His will was stripped away completely at that realization.

Living as the epitome of strength, surrounded by the elite echelons of power throughout his entire life, the Executor had scoffed at the notion of mortality or even defeat. He was a titan among mortals.

But the sight of his severed arm that was spat to the side, the veil of invincibility shattered.

It revealed the fragile vulnerability beneath the mask.