Loss

In just one strike, one that was decisive and ruthless, a glaring hole was created in Magus Xion's chest. Emery could only watch in horror as his master stumbled backwards in shock, hands grasping at his chest. Helpless, the man could do nothing as his body eventually crashed to the ground, blood flowing like a river.

"No!… no… Master!!"

Emery screamed hysterically when he saw the bloodied sight of his master; rather, he desperately wanted to, but was unable to do so as his mind was overwhelmed. The two opposing thoughts fiercely clashed, both aiming to trounce the other.

He was suffocated by the strife in his mind. So much so that he struggled to breath.

In the end, he also fell, bending on his knee. Indescribable pain appeared in his eyes as he gazed at the wolf patriarch with bloodshot rage.

Seeing that, Lucius bared a massive grin on his face. Unfazed by the anger Emery was showing.