Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150602194428/@comment-3293219-20150605003015

Isaiah's memories returned to him as the shock of the plade cutting through his skin seperated him from the Tyrant and seperated them both from the many hosts that were in him. He remembered the woman, who was once going to be his wife, his son, the mistakes that he once dwelled on, which were now small details that he thinly skimmed over.

His time spent with Ashna, holding that child's life in his hands as she slipped away, the burden that exile had brought on him after so many years. If it wasn't for her, Arrietty, he wouldn't be here, as foolish as it sounded, he owed her for having this chance. He couldn't go out any other way, this redeemed his own failures, to stop Ashnia's injustice, to raise his own son right...

The pain returned to him but it was smothered by the realisation that Kay would now have that chance, though he couldn't think much of them, either of them, he felt like they deserved that. As the blade tore through his neck, shattering the spine into fragments and bringing it all to an end in an instant, an instant that felt so much longer...

The Redguard fell to his knees as the purple trail slowly emerged from his neck stump and his head fell to the ground, the smoke trail left his body and took to the air, slowly spiralling in the sky, over the city like a rift...

As it did so, a young Breton witch and a familiar shambolic figure arrived behind Dacian, though this time they had no hostile intentions.

"It's not going to be enough you know..." Evelyn said as she stared whistfully at the sky, folding her arms and looking back down to the Lich, with a stern look.

"He'll regain his power..."