CRACK!
The Imperial Blood Sword Domain cracked again, and then a third time, before everything came undone. The domain fell, and the backlash sent Cassian Dravenhart to his knees.
Before he could will his body to stand back up, a sword was pressed against his neck, and Old Sword walked up behind him, a grin plastered across his face.
"You lost."
Cassian Dravenhart would have loved to explode with energy and shout "Impossible!"
However, feeling the pain of his domain shattering and the fact that a sword was pressed against his neck, he knew he had lost.
He just stood there, his mind completely blank and devoid of any sound reasoning. He searched for something to say, but no words came from his mouth.
'I lost,' he thought, repeating the same words over and over again, none of them making sense to him.
'I actually lost.' Deep within him, his blood started to boil.
