Father and Son 3

As the tip of my sword hovered perilously close to his neck, the air crackled with tension. A few centimeters more, and I would have severed his head from his shoulders.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and uncertainty.

Despite the imminent threat to his life, he remained eerily calm, his eyes closed in a serene acceptance. It was baffling; as a master swordsman, he could have easily redirected my attack with a mere flick of his wrist. 

Yet, he chose not to, resigning himself to his fate.

"Adrian!" Aria's voice pierced through the silence, her shock palpable as she stood beside me, witnessing the rapid escalation of events.

A sizzling sound filled the air, and I watched in astonishment as wisps of smoke began to rise from his neck.