Just die, just live

'You are just a raving madman… I know you can do it, Victor!' Duglas cried out inside his mind. In the depths of his eyes Victor could see only the deathly calm and acceptance that resonated through all of Duglas that wasn't taken over by the Third Eye.

They weren't desperate feelings of a man who lost all hope. These were emotions of a soldier ready to sacrifice his life for a cause and knowing then it was time to do it—now.

Victor grit his teeth, feeling hot wetness spreading through his wound. The blood, the same blood that thumped in his ears, swallowing all sounds besides the beating of his own heart.

He lifted his sword. The Third Eye didn't shift even as Victor changed his grip, moving his hand to hold for the blunt part of the blade between the double guard.