"Prixi, who do you think you are in the scale of the universe," said a man in a black mask with a black cape over a dark overall.
He had a menacing air around him and his presence instilled fear into the heart of his opponent.
However, the man bleeding in front of him had no fear in his crystal clear eyes.
"I am a warrior, a true warrior who knows what justice was before you took over,"
Prixi replied forcing his injured body to stand again.
"Weakling, those are big words for a weakling like you," " calling yourself a warrior, don't make me laugh," the masked man said as he lifted his halberd, power flowing from his hand to the weapon.
"There won't be others like you,Prixi, none as suicidal as you." " You're so weak yet you challenge my authority as the Leader," the masked man spoke on.
"I am of the Reaki Lineage,a bloodline known for its shape-shifting sorcery, you can't win this fight," the bold bleeding man spoke coughing out blood.
"Enough of your talk,you can die now," the masked man said as he vanished.
With a knowing smile,the bleeding man spread out his arms, waiting for the halberd to end his pain.
The halberd pierced him from behind, protruding out of his stomach.
Blood poured out of his body, dyeing his cloth and the dark floor beneath him red.
The golden halberd was now slick with blood its golden colour with strips of red liquid.
Prixi the descendant of the Reaki Lineage was about to breath his last.
As he fell flat on the ground, his mind raced,
"My son,I am so sorry for dying here and not been there for you. I will always love you."
With a smile, Prixi breathed his last, his lifeless body covering a small section of the now red floor.