"Even at a moment like this, you are simply begging for death," Isiah observed, his voice devoid of heat. "You are far from intelligent, old man."
Tears welled in Triton's dark eyes, yet he forced out a ragged response. "They must be executed... that is my sole duty here... a direct decree from the King himself..."
Hoping to force actionable intelligence from his lips, Isiah brought his blade down, severing the man's remaining leg.
Triton shrieked in unbearable agony, blobering pathetic pleas for mercy. Yet Isiah's frustration only mounted as the archmage failed to deliver a single useful detail regarding the inner workings of the ascension portal.
"I am finished playing games with you," Isiah growled, his patience entirely depleted. "The next strike takes your head."
Triton, however, had completely severed ties with reality. His mind fractured under the excruciating pain and paralytic poison, plunging him into vivid delirium.
