The Price of Failure

Back in time to the moment when the oxidized bronze glow from the construct's jagged back spikes burned into Nalzerak's body, pulsing and holding it in place. The energy coursed through him, tearing him apart from the inside like roots made of metal. His limbs spasmed, his movements jerking as if his body fought to remain whole.

Even in this desperate moment, Nalzerak's mind remained sharp, calculating. His glowing emerald eyes darted toward Lassim, the mortal who was to become his undoing.

The halberd coming towards him glinted with violet and azure hues as Lassim raised it high, preparing the final blow. Nalzerak's twisted grin was still there, though his body sagged helplessly against the construct's spikes.