The Primordial Flames had already incinerated Knightfall's host and only the tissues that he hid inside his metal body for safekeeping remained, but the cursed shield was too panicked to notice until it was too late.
With his host gone and the power generated by sacrificing their bond negligible, the Davross started to vaporize and the mana crystals sustaining the cursed shield's life cracked.
"No. No! NO!" Knightfall screamed for help in countless dead languages as holding together the enchantments that gave him sentience became harder by the second.
Windfell charged with every ounce of strength he had left but the hybrid's eyes following him didn't quiver nor the black hand wielding the White War hesitated.
The Eyes of Menadion telegraphed to Lith the trajectory of the attack and he exploited that knowledge to intercept the scimitar only once his host had committed his full weight under the blow.
