Chapter 68 Withering_2

Totec listened to the voice, his heart trembling. He changed the angle of his force and charged toward the King, but it was already too late.

The long arrow, with a quivering sound, pierced through Tizoc's throat with a thud. Then, carrying immense kinetic energy, it tore through the King's windpipe and sliced open his right common carotid artery from the inside. A great amount of blood gushed from within the neck, streaming into the adjacent trachea.

Tizoc could no longer speak. He collapsed in Totec's arms, struggling to breathe, but could only gasp out mouthfuls of bloody foam. The King, in the triple agony of choking, suffocating, and bleeding, struggled for several dozen seconds before his hand loosened, the Divine Staff falling to the ground, granting him eternal release.

Bertade's smile froze. His aim had been the eyes, so the process would have been quick, and the King wouldn't have suffered much.