Leo smirked down at his fallen rival. He stepped forward, pressing the tip of his rapier against their neck.

“You thought—you even considered the possibility—that you could defeat me. All those prophecies, all that bullshit—you thought that’d let you defeat me.”

Leo looked around. Their allies had fled. They were alone, defeated and weak.

“What will you do now?” He mocked. “Beg, and I might let you live as my servant. Beg, and I might turn you into what you fear most.”