“No – wait!” Felix yelled in fear, panic written into his weathered features as he moved up onto his knees.
The Wolves were howling as Felix yelled for help, begging them to come to his aid. But none of them came any closer, caught in their own battles with the Lunars, fleeing, or simply cowering away from the fate befalling their so-called king.
"A morte!" Dante roared like a beast as he swung the sword in a deadly arc.
“No! Ple-” Felix’s screams were cut short as his nephew decapitated him in a single, furious blow that sent blood flying out in a crescent all around him.
Felix's head thumped solidly to the ground, his lifeless eyes full of shock and refusal of his fate.