Lorgar moved faster than the eye could follow.
One moment, he stood at the entrance to the hall, more than ten paces from Gulan's high-backed chair.
The next, he appeared before Gulan as though he had teleported.
His body went from motionless to full speed in an instant, like a released spring, like an arrow loosed from a bow, leaving a blurred afterimage in the air.
Gulan's pupils contracted sharply.
For the first time, an emotion he had never shown before a human appeared in his reptilian eyes with their vertical pupils.
He tried to raise his hand, tried to unleash Enuncia, but he was too slow.
Before Lorgar, his ancient body, which had endured millions of years, and his mind, which had accumulated boundless knowledge and wisdom, meant nothing.
Lorgar's right hand shot out like an iron clamp, fingers spread, and seized Gulan squarely by the face.
His fingers dug into Gulan's finely scaled face. His knuckles tightened, and then he slammed downward—
BOOM!!!
Lorgar smashed Gulan's head into the floor. The hard flooring, forged from an unknown metal, burst apart under the impact. Cracks radiated from the point of impact, spreading like a spiderweb.
Gulan's body fell with it. His spine groaned under the strain of the impact, and Lorgar's overwhelming strength pinned him to the floor, unable to move.
At the same time, Lorgar swung his left arm, effortlessly lifting the broad-bladed greatsword as though it weighed nothing, then drove it down, point first.
CLANG—!!!
The sharp blade pierced the metal floor all the way to the hilt, sinking in less than a hand's breadth from Gulan's neck.
Only a few centimeters separated the blade from Gulan's neck.
If Gulan dared struggle with even a little force, the artery in his neck would strike that keen edge