Zenith was about fed up with Glaive and his insults. Quietly he walked forward through the fog towards him. He stood just a foot away from Glaive so he would be able to see him. Glaive looked up at him from the ground. Glaive was on his hand and knees as the Fog Wolves still had a firm grip on him.<br/>Zenith took his sword and held it under Glaive's chin and forced Glaive to look at him. "Here I am as you wished. It's too bad that it will be your last wish." Zenith withdrew his sword and then thrust it into Glaive's chest with one swift movement, piercing through his body armor.<br/>"How pathetic." Zenith said as he took his sword out of Glaive. "If I had known it was going to be this easy. I might have played around with you a bit more. Now...I'll give you one last chance to beg for your life before I cut off your limbs so you'll be deemed unable to fight, and therefore lose. Bow before me! Exalt me! Worship me!"