Zadicus was back again to his mind. All the twelve relics were in his grasp. He had the whole control of the relics Zadicus was bleeding, losing his breaths as before he was a fifteen feet tall warrior. A knight in black armor with his face covered with a hood and a ripped red cape, holding an ancient maroon scythe with an obsidian in its middle, carved delicately to trap souls in it. “You look beat.” His deep husky voice came, holding his scythe while sitting on his throne, looking down at Zadicus but his face couldn’t be seen because of the shredded cloak over him. “I am.” Zadicus responded coldly, holding his bleeding arm which was burned too because of the fight. “Becoming a criminal, hurting your loved ones, your lovers, your friends, those unnecessary killings, all the destruction…” He began to say with a long and disappointing sigh, manipulating Zadicus by his words. “Was it worth it, Zadicus?” He asked, resting his elbow on the armrest, leaned back relaxed. “As if I had
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