Inside the Moon Temple, which now was full of fissures and holes while all the treasures were blasted to the sides, Khal stood motionlessly in the center, his chest heaving up and down rapidly. It was obvious that he has reached his limit which was the very first for him since he was reincarnated.
"I... Did I... do it?" Khal asked with a weakened voice as he watched the weapon that was buried deep into the jaded floor together with his arm.
However, his question was quickly answered. Not long before he asked his doubts, the weapon in his hand broke free and floated before his face, its blade pointing at his face in a threatening manner!
'It's over!'
Khal's eyes widened with shock. He wanted to move, but his body didn't abide by what his brain commanded it to do. As a fact, it turned numb to the point where he was forced to drop onto one knee, supporting himself with the other as though he was pressed down by an eternal mountain from above.