Justin was the only one still standing—no, fighting would have been giving him far too much credit. He was barely holding on, dodging for his life as Vera attacked him from every angle, never allowing him even a second to recover or reposition, his footing growing sloppier with each passing moment.
It didn't last.
Within five seconds… both of his feet were sliced clean off. And without his feet, the True Dodger, well…
"W—"
The sound barely left his mouth before Vera's blade came down again, splitting his head in half without pause or hesitation, ending him as abruptly as the struggle itself.
With Justin gone, Vanon, who still had Mark's neck locked firmly in his grip, tightened his hold and snapped it in one clean motion. Like Vera, there was no hesitation in it, no thought given—just an unceremonious execution.
And with that, Toronto's Emperor was dead.
The Black Crystal began to emerge from Mark's corpse, pushing its way out slowly.
