C883 Tana's Death

"Die!" Aris bellowed as his palm ferociously struck down at Matt, who lay prone on the ground.

"No..." The word stretched across millennia, and in that moment, Loong Aotian found an unknown reserve of strength to bellow. He could see, with agonizing clarity, the palm hurtling towards his master's skull, and he knew the dire consequences if it connected.

"No!" A wretched scream pierced the air