Kell's confidence faltered as he found himself outmatched, his spells ineffective against the combined strength of the two Wanderers. Within moments, Turai closed the gap, his blade catching the traitor's side. Kell staggered, clutching the wound as he stumbled back, his eyes wide with terror.
"It's over, Kell," Turai said, his voice as steady as his blade.
Kell fell to his knees, the fight gone from his eyes. "Please… mercy," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Gareth shook his head. "Traitors get no mercy."
Without another word, Turai delivered the final blow, ending the traitor's life. They stood there for a moment, the silence thick and heavy. They had taken down the man who threatened the safety of their empire, but they knew the war was far from over.
"Now," Turai said quietly, turning to Gareth. "Let's clean up the rest."
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