His body, now headless, remained upright for a moment before collapsing to its knees. Blood streamed down, soaking the earth beneath him.
Nathan stood a short distance away, his black blade gleaming with fresh blood. His expression was unchanging, as if Jason's death carried no more weight than a passing breeze.
The man who had dared to challenge him for Medea and the Golden Fleece was nothing more than another obstacle—easily and ruthlessly removed.
Nathan turned his back on Jason's headless corpse without a second glance.The Greeks, who had watched their champions fall, were too terrified to act to try anything.
"He… He killed Ajax…"
A Greek soldier whispered in disbelief, his trembling voice barely audible amidst the chaos. It was as if muttering the words aloud would somehow confirm that this wasn't some twisted dream—though for them, it was nothing short of a nightmare.