Laston's smirk vanished. He had expected that attack to deal a crippling blow, yet King Gulben still stood with his blade raised in defiance after blocking his attack.
Clicking his tongue in frustration, Laston shook his head. This wasn't going as planned.
He had intended to kill Gulben swiftly, clearing the way to deal with the Dragonborn before claiming the palace without resistance. But this battle was dragging on far too long. If he kept wasting energy like this, it would complicate everything.
No. He needed to end this now.
Without hesitation, he raised his wrist and pressed something on the sleek screen embedded into his cybernetic gauntlet.
King Gulben's sharp eyes caught the movement immediately. His instincts screamed at him. Whatever Laston was doing, it couldn't be good.
Ignoring the trembling in his arms from blocking that last devastating attack, he forced himself forward, silver aura flaring as he charged.
