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Zaleth bowed his head for a moment before standing up. His eyes emotionless as his sword erupted in a torrent of holy energy… a single swing was all that was needed as he rent Chris’ blade in twain, the wall that was behind the side in which he struck Chris’ blade crumbled at the force of the following magic. “I’m going to kill you boy… I’m going to rip you limb from limb… break your bones and grind them into dust… BURN YOUR FLESH TO ASHES SCATTER THEM TO THE FOUR WINDS AND HUNT DOWN YOUR DAMNED SOUL BEFORE I RIP IT APART PIECE BY PIECE UNTI L YOU’RE UNRAVELED FROM EXISTENCE!” the power of his voice caused the entire chamber to quake the sky darkened as he left his magical aura unchecked. Rain began to pour down, lightning piercing the darkness. “You have done so much damage…” He lifted his blade only to have it forced from his hand as it began to glow white from heat. “What witchcraft is this!” He said grasping his hand in agony. His eyes widened slightly as he seemed to see something invisible to everyone else. “Mealis help us all… you’ve fallen so far…” He took a step back. “What have you done… what have you become in order to fulfill your blood lust.” He grabbed hold of an amulet he wore around his neck to Mealis. “I may be a monster… but at least I’m not you… selling out your own for vengeance.” He wrenched a long sword from a coat of arms on the wall. “This is where it ends…”

“Oh… it is the end… but it isn‘t the one you want” Vexia spoke as she appeared beside Chris, resting her head softly on his shoulder. “Since when did Sekivar decide to help you my dear? Lightning truly ill becomes you… fire is what truly shows off your fierce righteousness. The fire in your eyes… the burning passion in your heart… I feel your hatred and it is ecstasy! You may be weaker then him… but together he can’t hope to stand against you… for in the end a King while the most important piece… has little chance against my rook. Strike him down… cut his false tongue as he speaks empty prayers to Mealis… cut him down where he now makes threats he can not keep. Take vengeance for your king… your queen… your prince… your friend Chrico… and all those who died for this man’s ambition. Kill him so their spirits can rest in peace. Kill him for the little vampire you forget in your haste… who burned to death in the fire from his assassins… make him feel your pain… when he has done naught but inflict it upon others!”

“Silence your wretched tongue harpy! Even together you can not beat me… What can lust do against my power… against the power of purity? I will slay him… and then you witch.” Zaleth spoke harshly before charging forward swinging his blade violently forgoing the skill he had been using earlier for pure brute strength.