Belial’s body shudders around the blade’s edge, the point of it skewering him through his sternum in a sickening way. More blood drips down onto the ground, coating the front of his plate armor with thin rivets. I stare in horror as blood bubbles out of his mouth, his teeth clenching together in anger.

He rips himself off of Sol’s sword, stumbling towards me with purposed steps. I kick at the ground, trying to move away from the sharp end of that blade rearing ...