Darius had sacrificed more than just a few people to achieve his ambitions. Sacrifice was a tool to him.
It was efficient, necessary, and, when wielded correctly, invaluable. Others would throw themselves to save him.
He had ordered men to their deaths before, had seen their faces twisted in pain as they bled out. He had never hesitated. Never regretted.
But now, there was no word he hated more.
How could Xion be his sacrifice? No ... He refused to believe it.
Just as he was struggling to form a coherent response, trying hard to wiggle out of Ray's tight grip, it happened.
A deafening explosion.
The entire ground trembled from the tremor. The huge embers gleamed beautifully as the flames of fire engulfed everything in a golden blaze.
For one brief moment, the battlefield was no longer bathed in darkness but in an inferno so bright it could have swallowed the very night itself.
