Radahn's consciousness blurred, and he could no longer even control his weight through gravity.
Fortunately, he was kneeling on the ground, so he did not crush Little Red Horse to death.
Even with the Fell God possessing him, he ultimately could not turn the tide.
A god who had long since fallen into decline could offer only very limited power.
"As I thought, my era, my flame... went out long ago." The Fell God's voice was filled with desolation, like an actor driven offstage before the curtain fell.
Radahn panted heavily, wisps of smoke rising from his body, which now bore many charred patches.
He had clearly suffered badly from the lightning.
"Why did you have to do this?" Godwyn had more and more questions.
This battle had been baffling, and Radahn had been much weaker than last time.
In truth, Godwyn was in peak condition, while Radahn had been weakened by Zhao Si and Malenia.
Looking at Little Red Horse beneath Radahn, Godwyn sighed softly.
He lifted Radahn with one hand and pulled Little Red Horse out.
Only then did Radahn collapse with a crash, landing on Astel's corpse.
Why couldn't I win, even now?
Was it the difference in strength, or... the breadth of spirit needed to become a lord?
Radahn had questions too, but no one could answer them.
Little Red Horse walked over with its head lowered and nudged Radahn's face with its nose, snorting as though urging him to get up.
"We can't fight together anymore," Radahn said weakly.
Blood still flowed from his neck, and his internal organs had been charred by the lightning.
Only his powerful Demigod body and tenacious vitality kept him alive.
In these dying moments, he inevitably recalled the years gone by.
Born in Caria, the focus of everyone's attention,