Nothing happened as Balk's perception seemed to freeze, along with the world. His heart restarted, and the last hint of tension that had been deep inside his heart faded away. There was not even the mountain-like pressure that used to appear earlier. His beady yellow eyes shone with a victorious light, and his face started splitting into a grin when…
*Crack*
The sound was subtle, like a crack suddenly running through a mirror in the restroom. Nevertheless, it felt piercing, as it stood alone in the cacophony of the apocalypse. Balk froze, taking a deeper look at the blade already teetering on the verge of collapse, seeking to understand, but finding something else.
*BAAANNNGGG!!!*
Lucas' face changed, and he understood why the darkness that had survived the clash with the remnant energy inside the age-old halberd had been positioned defensively. He understood why Kaiden had been waiting while smiling. That sick bastard had been sending off an idiot going to his death.
