Xeron: Unanimous
Storm Lane, Surrender Yard. 2 pm
His hands nor legs fought when the potion entered his tongue, swallowing its bitter taste into the fire as it walked down his gut, burning everything into ashes. It was drenching his soul in wine and poison, pleasure being undefined and the pain clearly distinguished made way through every cell devastating him of power and energy.
His eyes shut forcibly with two palms of betrayal he realized, and his nose gasping for more oxygen as his chest crumbled into pieces, with an echoing screech in the background which satisfied him of affliction and pain.
"XERON!...PLEASE LEAVE-E-
