SHADOWS OF THE BEASTS ( SENTIGINX ONE)

Chapter Twenty Five

With a swift,
almost imperceptible movement, the intruder raised his hand, and the axe blade shattered into a thousand pieces, flying apart like splintered wood.

The executioner stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock and fear.

The intruder's gaze locked onto the King, and a fierce, animalistic growl erupted from his throat. His body began to shift and contort, his limbs elongating and twisting in ways that seemed impossible for a human.

The air was electric with tension as the intruder's transformation continued, his body crackling with energy.
The King's eyes widened in shock and fear, his face pale as he realized that he had underestimated the intruder's power.

The servants and guards took a step back, their eyes fixed on the intruder in a mix of awe and terror.
They knew that they were witnessing something extraordinary, something that defied the laws of nature.

"He’s a warlock,"
the king announced with a voice full of dark authority.
His gaze swept over his assembled guards, a cold and calculating look in his eyes.
"Hooders, one of you should step forward and take off his head."

At the king’s chilling command, a murmur of anticipation rippled through the crowd. From the ranks of the hooded figures, one man emerged.
His cloak rustled softly as he advanced, each step deliberate and measured. His face,
partially hidden by his hood, revealed a steely resolve. He moved with the silent assurance of someone accustomed to carrying out such grim tasks.

The tension in the room was palpable as the hooder approached the intruder, who stood bound and defiant. The flickering torchlight cast long,
eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the sense of foreboding that hung in the air. As the hooder drew closer, the sound of his footsteps seemed to grow louder,
each echo a grim reminder of the fate that awaited the prisoner.
With a final, unwavering glance at the king, the hooder prepared to execute the order, the weight of the moment settling heavily on his shoulders.

The intruder’s eyes widened in sheer horror as he caught sight of the approaching figure. His face, usually resolute and defiant, now betrayed a deep shock. The hooder, a dark and foreboding presence, seemed almost to materialize from the shadows, his very being radiating an aura of dread.

Desperation fueled the intruder's movements as he struggled to conjure a spell to defend himself. His hands trembled uncontrollably, fingers fumbling with the arcane symbols he desperately tried to weave into the air. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and his breath came in short, ragged gasps as he uttered incantations that seemed to falter and dissipate before they could take form.

The spell he attempted to cast flickered weakly, its energy sputtering like a dying flame. The words of power he invoked seemed to dissolve into the air, swallowed by the oppressive atmosphere that surrounded him.

His panic grew as he realized that the magic he relied on was failing him. The looming figure of the hooder continued its inexorable advance, the intruder's futile attempts at defense only highlighting the hopelessness of his situation.

As the hooder drew closer,
the intruder’s attempts became increasingly frantic, his voice rising in a desperate crescendo of incantations that seemed to have no effect.
The realization that escape was impossible settled over him like a heavy shroud, leaving him to face the grim fate that awaited him with a mixture of terror and resignation.

The creature's jaws widened, revealing razor-sharp teeth,
and with a swift motion, it decapitated the intruder. The cut was clean and fatal, releasing a torrent of blood from the neck. The creature then opened its maw, and the intruder's head fell to the ground with a sickening thud.