Night's End (Part 1)
Thrud's move cornered the god of healing. He didn't need to use a diagnostic spell to know that no potion could save his teammates. Their injuries were too deep, without providing them life force, any healing attempt would be as deadly as the wound itself.
Krishna Manohar knew it was over. He had failed to rescue his rescuers and now, weakened and alone, he was no match for his enemy. They were all already dead, the only variable was the order in which they would die.
The Mad Professor finally experienced defeat and it tasted like horseshit. The monumental self esteem that had been the beacon of his whole existence crumbled like a house of cards. He stood with a blank stare, incapable to react.
'I can't win. There's no reason to play if I can't win.' He thought.
The Mad Queen didn't even bother with him, moving to her next target. Her plan was cruel and implemented with such precision that it would inspire terror in any sane person.