Weakened and broken, Kiran wandered down a hill outside the ruined city. His vision blurred, his body trembled.
Then—he felt it. Something was wrong.
A blade flashed. An assassin lunged from the shadows.
Kiran barely raised his arm in time. The blade cut deep, pain exploding through his body. He fought back, but his strength was fading.
The assassin laughed. "The last prince of Kyydos dies here."
With a final effort, Kiran grabbed the assassin's wrist. But before he could strike back, the assassin whispered a spell and began to self‑destruct.
The explosion hurled Kiran to the ground. His blood stained the earth. Darkness closed in.
"That's it…" he murmured. "This unfilial son… this prince of Kyydos… can't do anything."