An explosion tore through the battlefield.
Back in the royal chamber, Aurus slammed his hand on the table, making the entire crystal slab tremble violently.
"Lloyd!" he roared.
The King and the two princes jumped in their seats.
Adrian clenched his fists, his voice tight with anxiety.
"Sir Aurus... What happened...?"
They all stared at Aurus, their faces tense, their breath caught.
Aurus, eyes burning with frustration, could only mutter.
"Lloyd..."
On the battlefield, Lloyd stood still. He was breathing heavily, staring at Midas.
Then, slowly, his gaze dropped to his left side.
His arm… or what remained of it.
Only torn flesh and shattered bone hung there, cracked open and scorched black.
Midas whistled, arms crossed, nodding in mock admiration.
"Now that's a show," he said, smiling. "Hard to imagine what that kind of power could do… but here we are. Even a Sacred…" he chuckled, clapping slowly, "can be annihilated by a single attack."
