No More Escape

The spectators held their breath at the show on the ground.

Iris was paralyzed in shock, watching an otherworldly horror.

On the red ground, the warrior's screams turned into a muffled voice, then into a simple sound.

His body rose, arms outstretched towards the sky, and drops of gold beading on his chest. The heat released by Mercy was so strong that she performed the miracle of melting the man's helmet on his head.

His chest contracted sharply, the mortal crown let out a few golden tears from the crown onto his chest, and finally, he fell to the ground.

Dead? Struggling? It no longer mattered at this point, and the girl watching his agony was not prepared to give him a quicker death.

She stood still for a moment, watching him until he stopped moving completely, then she took a deep breath and walked solemnly towards her scythe.