Blood poured from the wound and from his mouth. His staff threatened to slip from his fingers but he summoned it back to his storage ring.
The spirit leaned close, her face inches from his, a cold smile spreading across her lips.
"You are dead, human. No matter how many times you will revive, I will continue to kill you, over and over again. I will make sure to savor every scream you utter, and every blood you drop."
Moon looked at her calmly, his hands rising to hold the frost sword that remained in his chest. His blood was pooling on the ground beneath him. His vision dimming at the edges.
"I will give you another chance." He coughed, blood spattering across her pale skin. "Surrender and serve me. Or die."
The spirit stared at him. The smile on her face froze.
He was dying on her blade. His heart was punctured. His blood was leaving his body with every beat. And he was still making demands. She couldn't understand where the confidence of this frenzied beast came from.
