A shockwave of agony reverberated through his being.
In that harrowing mont, where pain mingled with disbelief, the chilling tendrils of mortality coiled around his heart—whispering of imminent demise. Even though mortality had gripped, the Executor before, another realization settled in his mind.
Regardless of what he did now, he couldn't win against the Royal Black Prince.
His will was stripped away completely at that realization.
Living as the epito of strength, surrounded by the elite echelons of power throughout his entire life, the Executor had scoffed at the notion of mortality or even defeat. He was a titan among mortals.
But the sight of his severed arm that was spat to the side, the veil of invincibility shattered.
It revealed the fragile vulnerability beneath the mask.
As the Executor's gaze fixated on the crimson cascade of his own blood—a sickening feeling gripped his stomach with a vice-like intensity. In all his years of wielding power, killing others in cold blood, he had never flinched, never wavered at the sight of blood.
But now, at the sight of his own blood seeping from his torn flesh, he was overwheld.
"Gargghhk!"
Covering his mouth, the Executor's eyes widened when he instinctively vomited.
Even throughout thousands of years—he didn't know that he had the capacity to vomit.
Such human traits never appeared before, but it all poured out against Rex.
Upon witnessing the unsightly sight, Rex looked at the Executor and tilted his head, he didn't expect to see such a reaction from the Executor. But—this made the Executor's coddled past even clearer if he was not used to seeing his own blood.
Just as Rex said earlier, he truly has never felt his life threatened in every battle he took.
However, that changed completely in this battle.
It was iniquitous of him, but the sight of the Executor's pitiful sight crept a grin to his lips.
Rex obviously enjoyed seeing the Executor crumbling before him.
"Seems like the System didn't make the wrong choice of choosing instead of you"
"Take a look of yourself now" He mocked ruthlessly.
But even mocked, the Executor doesn't seem to be listening.
A tempest raged within the Executor's mind at the sight of Rex returning his focus.
He focused on Rex's glowing pair of carmine eyes—that seed to pierce through, the fabric of his being, stripping away all defenses and leaving him vulnerable to the rciless predator that now lood before him.
Fear spiraled into terror.
"Hahh..."
The Executor's heavy breaths quickened, each exhale a desperate plea for escape.
Going down, he was then t with the sinister grin that stretched across Rex's bloodstained lips and fangs—a display of the atrocities he did earlier that masticate the Executor's resolve—fracturing his once unbreakable spirit.
"Haah..."
If the Executor survived this ordeal, the haunting sight of Rex would haunt his dreams.
A constant reminder of the terror he had faced in the presence of true power.
"Haaarrggghh!!" the Executor suddenly scread, fear could be heard clearly in his voice.
Just like that, his once-proud facade crumbled—replaced by terror as he turned around.
Abandoning his once dear trait, pride, the Executor tried to escape.
A poignant display of the humbling he had received in the face of an overwhelming enemy.
Every labored step that he took—blood from his severed arm splattered against the ground, muddling his thoughts into a chaotic whirlwind, leaving room for nothing but the prospect of escape. His movents, once prideful and assured, devolved into a stumbling retreat, each faltering step painting a picture of pitiful desperation.
In the eyes of those who bore witness to his ignominious flight, he was not the sa entity.
Once revered, now appeared as naught but a shadow of his forr self.
A broken figure, stripped of pride and dignity, consud by the primal instinct to survive.
Focusing the remnants of his power—the Executor tried to regenerate his severed army fully but realized that he could only do it half through. Even then—doing so proved to be futile as Rex ca from behind and severed the sa arm again with his claws.
Splash!
"Get away from !!" the Executor scread and swatted Rex in desperation.
With relative ease, Rex blocked the attack but found that it was filled with chaos energy.
Despite the suppression, the Executor could still have enough reserve to cast one last attack.
Caught off guard, Rex felt his body get yanked to the side and his vision blurred.
For a fleeting mont, it was darkness, and he couldn't make of anything, until gradually his awareness seeped back in, revealing a transford landscape. Gone was the blinding white beam, instead, the realm was bathed in a profound hue of purple.
Rex realized the stark shift in his surroundings and realized that he was teleported.
Out of desperation and fear, the Executor teleported him away.
"Where am I...?" Rex murmured to himself, confused as to where he was right now.
No matter how he looked at the place he was in, it was not a normal realm.
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