d**k keeps looking at Azexela, Excalibur was impaled in her chest, this wasn't her domain so there was no way she could find a way out of this, the weapon was even more ancient than the gods but why wasn't she dying, why was she staggering.
Dick turns back at the blue blur, it was impossible to tell his expression but the fact that he didn't dash at him showed that something was up.
A figure materialises close to Azexela, Azexela fades to dust as the figure takes the weapon, the figure was Azexela herself.
"You know mortal, I have got to hand it to you myself, I am impressed, the only mortal that ever gave me this excitement was Ixonquious, how I miss him" Azexela ends with a cruel grin.
Dick just kept staring at her in unbelief, how could his plan fail, was there a spy working am
