Third Person's POV
But instead of charging at his enemy, he stopped in his position as something in the scene ahead forced him to freeze mid-motion.
His glowing crimson eyes widened in disbelief as the image before him pierced through his rage-clouded mind.
There stood Ethan in his wounded, scorched, and blood smeared state, but unbowed and without fear and seemingly fully in control.
The same boy Telor had attacked with full killing intent and more than once was now calmly standing with his blade pressed against the throat of his most valuable target.
Telor's face twisted into a dark snarl, but there was no contempt left in his expression and only a grim realization.
His pupils tracked the edge of Ethan's wicked saber blade, gleaming coldly in the moonlight and resting lightly but lethally over the exposed and pulsing neck of the unconscious ducal heir.
He knew that a single twitch, a single misstep, and that blade would cleave through flesh and end the bloodline of a Duke.
