'You have no chance!' Koelthaer taunted, and Zaros began to believe him. The Xinadi was able to speak while still maintaining a strong mental attack and defense. Zaros could not form a single word without breaking his concentration.
Zaros felt Koelthaer making progress into his own brain. His memories began to shear away, and Zaros saw himself, sitting in Set's courtyard while Azzanadra tried to teach him his lessons. The scene shifted, and now he saw himself eating dinner with the Dorgeshuun on his way to Ikov. He saw smaller images between: standing in his father's old house in Kharyll, training with Zamorak under Armadyl, seeing Esther for the first time in Ulrich's court...
"No," Zaros growled, trying to hold his mind together. "I am a god! I will not be broken by you!"
He saw his first meeting with Ihrba*ka, his Coronation as Emperor, his fight with Raldeir, and suddenly the memories became blurry. He felt power rising within him, as though he had the power of two souls. His heart rose as he heard Koelthaer growl as he tried to fend off Zaros's new power.
Zaros saw a young Koelthaer having his mind brutally attacked by his teachers, watching his brother die at the hands of a Lora Xina*i, looking at a girl Xinadi, standing beside someone's grave...
Koelthaer fell to his knees, overwhelmed. Zaros walked forward, carried by his mental power. In the back of his mind, Zaros analyzed the images he had seen. He felt sorry for Koelthaer, and suddenly he understood the Xinadi.
However, Zaros was carried forward regardless. Hatred still welling inside him, he brushed away his conscience. The Xinadi, kneeling before the Emperor, raised his head. Zaros gripped his scimitar, and then he slashed sideways, severing Koelthaer's head.
Zaros looked down at his hand, taken aback at what he had just done. Tsugon's warning came ringing back into his ears, the cost of hatred clear. He had not listened to his good nature.
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