Last Flames of a Dying Star

The words were weak, but they came from the presumably dead emperor. Lyle turned around slowly with his blood-covered face. His black eyes have turned green and unfocused, while miniature flames burned different parts of his body.

"How can he be alive?" muttered Lyle with confusion and bloodlust. He turned back, gripping his bloodied sword harder. "There is no lifeforce in this body."

The emperor was torn to pieces, mingled, and dismembered. However, his muscles twitched, and blood flowed from his wounds nonstop. As Lyle stared at the corpse's refusal to die, he started questioning whether this was the real emperor.

"I… will… not… fail…"

Again, the emperor's lips twitched to announce his determination and clinginess to life. However, Lyle could not understand what was happening. The emperor's heart was destroyed, and his vital organs were shredded with one of the sharpest swords in the world.