They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite.
Kairon was about to die.
Heck, he accepted his death.
But Diablo, in his arrogance and dominance, placed his foot on Kairon.
And out of all the places he could choose, he went for the spot where the filth Zane Atlas had bit him.
Kairon was healed a long time ago.
He had even changed his pants and clothes.
But the marks of Zane's teeth, they won't vanish by the grace of time.
As Diablo pressed his foot on Kairon's leg, the Enforcer felt the familiar pain again and with that pain, flashed the face of Zane in front of his eyes.
The face turned the Enforcer from numb to active.
He was on his knees, head down but the next second, he raised his head and looked straight at Diablo.
"I refuse."
Diablo frowned.
Leon left the table.
"Refuse what?" He asked.
Kairon stayed silent.
