Chapter 155: The Traitor's Descent
Gunther Stillbane knelt on the cracked pavement.
The physical agony was blinding. The Widow's Kiss pumped liquid fire through his veins, completely locking his massive muscles in place. He could not move his arms. He could not stand up. Blood dripped slowly from his lips, pooling on the concrete beneath him.
Tharzek Noctis floated a few feet away. The Dark Priest smiled, reveling in the sight of the fallen king.
"Look at you," Tharzek mocked smoothly.
"The greatest physical force in Bastion Six, brought low by a simple beverage. Where is your arrogance now, Lord Commander?"
Gunther slowly lifted his head. His golden eyes burned with an unbroken, defiant fire.
Gunther spat a glob of bloody saliva onto the ground. He let out a strained, mocking laugh.
"Y'all so obsessed with my greatness," Gunther rasped, his voice vibrating with pure hood swagger despite the crushing pain.
