[Xander:]
What have you done?
(You murderer!)
My father is dead
(Your day will come!)

[Daryus:]
Don't hold your breath
The night's still young
Confront your death
Like father, like son

Who's this I see?
Approaching me
The Chosen One

[Narrator:]
Drawing closer, pace by pace
The walking shadow hides its face
Never aware of a looming attack
Like stepping right into a trap

As his weapon
Finds its victim
Mortified, he's shocked to find the shadow is Faythe