Blood dripped down the wounds, painting the spear in his chest red as Zeras lay there, head bowed, rivulets of blood dripping down.
And with cold disdain, it walked back towards its throne as Hades' smile widened in mockery...
'Even though he was truly strong, he is still not without his limits!' Hades thought in his head, but his and the face of the devil suddenly changed as they turned back their attention to the wall, which showed Zeras who raised his bloody left arm and grabbed hold of the spear tearing through his chest...
And with a painful grunt, he slowly tore out the spear from his chest and it came to rest in Zeras' own hands as he stood on his two feet, even though there was a gaping hole in his chest...
