Shining Armor hoped that after Sombra was finished with those sadistic tapes, that he could be given just enough reprieve to clean himself up. After all, by the time he completed all his strenuously cruel deeds for the sake of his Owner’s amusement, the slave’s fur was still heavily matted with remnants of Sombra’s sweat. The musky stench clung to his fur like a thick coat of paint, causing even the slightest breaths to make Shining’s sinuses sting relentlessly. The heady aroma refused to go away, no matter how many tissues he tried to use to wipe his fur of the cum and various other secretions that adorned his pathetic form. But alas, even when he managed to smooth his fur down as best as he could, all he ended up doing was showing to his Master how presentable he could appear without needing a wash.

“Hhhhffffffff…” Sombra had his slave standing at the doorway of the bedroom, and didn’t even need to lean in to catch the musky scent wafting off Shining’s face. Even though the “Prince” was back in his Royal Regalia to head back outside (with his pink collar still noticeable around his neck), he couldn’t help blushing when he saw how pleased his Owner looked after that first whiff. “Aaaaahhhhh… It’s nice to see you smell like a real man for a change.”

Shining had to struggle to refrain from cringing, mostly due to how badly his face reeked of Sombra’s musky balls. He had no idea how obvious the scent may have been to any ponies outside, or even if the musk could be traced back to Sombra instead of himself. But at the same time, Shining could only imagine how badly the castle staff’s muzzles might wrinkle if they got up too close to him. And all the while, Sombra was just grinning down at him with his red eyes narrowing intensely.

“I must say, Shining,” he said in a cheerful tone of voice that matched his menacing sneer. “If I had known that my musk would mark your fur so well, I wouldn’t have gone with the tattoo to indicate you as my slave~”

Shining wasn’t sure if that remark was meant to be truthful, or if it was just another one of Sombra’s ways to make his orders feel more worthless than they already were. Nevertheless, the slave wasn’t one to give much of a response when he was being given the chance to leave the bedroom again. While Twilight Velvet was cleaning herself up in the shower, her pen was still resting on the armrest of the couch alongside those custody papers; neither of them tried to bring them up after Shining completed his duties, but the items were still there as a looming warming for the slave to remember. But since Sombra had his attention on Shining, with his back turned to the couch and out of sight, the lesser stallion tried to keep his Owner’s focus as best as he could. “I, uhhh… I-I suppose it does stick to my fur pretty well… D-Dad.”

Shining absolutely hated calling Sombra that, even if it made the sadist grin obscenely wide each time he heard it from the bitch’s mouth. But for the sake of whatever dignity he could try to keep for the time being, Shining made sure to give Sombra a faux-cheerful smile to conceal his pained grimace. Sombra couldn’t help shooting an amused huff back at him, clearly able to see through that smile to know how badly Shining was hurting on the inside. However, since that was part of the terms they agreed to, Sombra made sure to keep his slave in place with a lecherous smile.

“Yes, it certainly is,” he said jollily in agreement, before leaning back in to stare Shining down and add, “which is why you’re hereby forbidden from washing your face for the rest of the day. I want every Crystal Pony to smell the sweat from my balls on your face~”

Shining couldn’t hold back his wince, even as the corners of his muzzle struggled to stay upright. Meanwhile, Sombra continued with a more mocking tone. “After all, you might as well embrace some balls that are actually going to remain usable for the time being. Or even…”

With that brief pause, Shining was taken by surprise when Sombra reached back with a hoof, and caused his bitch to yelp out in a mixture of pain and shock. The Superior was careful to grasp Shining’s balls as painlessly as he could, but the cuck’s knees still buckled hard from the oversensitivity. But despite how badly Shining tried to squirm in his armor, Sombra got up close to Shining’s ear and whispered, “Considering your predicament, you should show more appreciation to a pair of balls that will still exist after tomorrow night~”

“Nnnnnggghhhh!” Shining’s eyes clenched shut, with his head reeling back due to the sturdy grip Sombra had on his jewels. That hoof wasn’t clutching his balls nearly as bad as he would’ve imagined, but his teeth still gritted tightly as he tried to keep from pulling away. Meanwhile, Sombra’s eyes narrowed on the bitch as his grip got the tiniest bit tighter around the base of Shining’s ballsack.

“If you try to resist,” purred Sombra threateningly into Shining’s ear, “I promise I’ll tighten my grip even further. I might want the satisfaction of doing this to you in public, but I’ve been known to get impatient sometimes~”

Shining didn’t need to turn his head to see the sincerity in Sombra’s growing grin. So instead of even trying to escape, the slave clenched his eyes shut and tried his best to maintain his resolve. He had read that back in Sombras’ time, Guards like himself were given exercises very similar to this one, reportedly to help harden their reflexes and avoid distraction. Of course, that practice was also so the stallions could get used to the kind of pain they would experience for their own incoming gelding procedures.

“Although I must admit,” said Sombra after pulling his head back with an amused smirk, “you’re actually handling this surprisingly well. You have a former enemy of Equestria literally holding you by the balls, yet you refrain from pulling away. Instead, you’re staying right in place like a good little Guard~”

A sharp breath was sucked in through Shining’s nostrils, as his clenched expression tried not to change beneath his deepening blush. Just like back in his days as a basic Guard patrolling Canterlot Castle, Shining Armor refused to let Sombra’s threat of testicular torment get to him just yet. Even as his muzzle skewed in discomfort, and the throbbing jolts of pain from his balls grew more notable with each pulsation, he relented from giving in to Sombra’s perverted wishes. Not to mention, given how badly he was straining in his chastity cage, Shining didn’t want to move around too suddenly and risk spilling precum on the floor for his Owner to see.

“Hmmmm…” As his hoof continued to keep a tight grip on the base of Shining’s unused balls, Sombra hummed in contemplation while staring him up and down. Shining’s face scrunched in when he felt those blood-red eyes peering down at his cage, which continued to twitch from how badly his member wanted to stand rigidly. Fortunately, Sombra only gave that useless dicklet a glance before examining the rest of Shining’s posture. Meanwhile, the slave himself maintained his perfect posture through the entirety of Sombra’s staredown, even as his face burned hotly beneath his helmet.

“Hmph~” After smiling in satisfaction, Sombra finally let go of those balls so Shining could relax a little beneath his armor. “Excellent work, Shining! If you were a Guard back during my days of rule, I would’ve given that examination an A for your diligence. Although, I likely would’ve taken off a couple points due to your cage moving about so much~”

Shining wanted to point out how involuntary his physical responses were, even though he despised how much that ball-tugging got to him. But due to how positive Sombra’s critique was overall, the slave could only give a sheepish smile as he nodded thankfully. “Ummm… T-Thank you, Dad,” he said with only the slightest cringe in his smile. “It… I-It’s nice to know I would’ve been a good Guard for you as King.”

“Indeed you would’ve been…” That was when a particularly sly grin appeared across Sombra’s face, which caused the slave’s to disappear entirely. Sombra’s head tilted while narrowing his eyes on Shining Armor, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of his face before adding, “And who knows, Shining Armor? Perhaps I might decide to become King again after all~”

Shining couldn’t even have a moment to gasp before Sombra turned around briskly, making sure to smack the stallion’s cheek with his tail in the process. “Now come along, Slave!” he ordered before opening the bedroom doors, leading the way out while Shining stood in utter shock. “Lunch is just about to be ready, and you’re going to allow me to sit with you in the Royal Dining Hall.”

Sombra then stopped so he could look back at the mortified, wide-eyed stare Shining was sporting after his little hypothetical. His look of terror really got Sombra to shudder in delight, and prompted him to add, “And I have a very good feeling I’ll be getting more Royal privileges returned to me before the day is through~”

As Sombra made his way to the elevator, giving his slave a moment to process the severity of what might happen in the near future, Shining Armor was left shell-shocked in his “Princely” attire. A million thoughts were running through his head, but two of them were affecting him more badly than anything else.

One: Sombra very well could try to reclaim his throne if he wanted to, regardless of whether or not his measly little cuck tried to stop it.

And Two: Due to how arduously long the day had felt already, Shining was shocked that it wasn’t even lunch yet.

“Mmmm! Shining, you have to try this salmon!~”

Due to Cadance and Twilight’s busy schedules for the Formal (as well as their pre-established plans in tandem with Sombra to keep him alone with Shining), the Princesses didn’t share lunch with them in the Dining Hall. Instead, while the mares went out to enjoy a nice lunch at a small hay burger joint, Shining and Sombra were left alone at the grand table. The two stallions were seated opposite from one another, with Shining still in his Royal regalia to keep up appearances. Unfortunately, since Sombra was enjoying the same luxurious meal as his lowly slave, the two stallions were receiving quite a few raised brows from the castle staff on standby.

Shining Armor tried to keep his demeanor as courteous as possible, not wanting to arouse any suspicion regarding his guest for lunch that day. Even though he had a believable excuse for bringing Sombra to the Dining Hall, citing how he’d rather have some company while Cadance and Flurry Heart were out, he was aware how much of a faux pas it was to have the former Tyrant in their presence. Fortunately for Sombra, Shining had the foresight to prepare the Superior’s meal himself, which was a simple salmon dish he learned from Spike the last time they met. Once again, that detail wasn’t something to cause too much suspicion from the castle staff, since most of them were fairly wary about preparing any kind of meat products.

“Mmmm!” Sombra had his eyes closed to savor the buttery fish Shining cooked up, smiling contentedly before swallowing. Unlike most ponies in the nation, Sombra was one of the few who was able to appreciate non-vegetarian cuisine without much judgement. Shining was aware that meat was becoming a higher trend among Equestrians, mostly due to how many non-equine species were used to it from the non-sentient species back in their homelands. But even with seafood being regarded as one of the “safer” meat products for ponies (particularly shrimp and shellfish), Shining tried not to wince from how openly Sombra was praising the salmon prepared for him. “Seriously Shining, you are a wonderful cook! I’ll have to be sure to thank the Missus when she returns for teaching you so well~”

Shining’s muzzle tensed up greatly, but he tried his hardest not to look too distressed from the Superior’s wording. Even though his Owner didn’t refer to Cadance as his personal ‘Missus’, Shining had to hope that the staff around them would make the obvious assumption instead of the truthful one. Fortunately for the slave’s sake, Sombra wasn’t acting too dominant while in the presence of half a dozen Crystal Ponies. Much like Shining, Sombra was carrying just as much courtesy and respect towards the staff as he enjoyed his lunch; although, unlike Shining, Sombra had to keep himself from getting distracted by some of their silent glares on him.

Shining could see their unamused stares as well, which caused him to try to alleviate the mood by saying, “W-Well, ummm… Spike was actually the one who taught me how to cook fish. I’m pretty sure Cadance wouldn’t want to be in the same room as meat. Heh heh…” Shining hoped that his chuckle was genuine enough to get some smiles from the standing staff. Unfortunately, when he looked around their table, he was able to see how bitterly some of the ponies were staring Sombra down. There were two kitchen staff waiting at the end of the dining table, who had their eyes narrowed on Sombra like they were trying to telepathically poison his salmon. Meanwhile, the four Guards posted at the exits were remaining as cold and stoic as the ones standing on patrol during an important Diplomatic summons; while he knew he couldn’t blame the Crystal Ponies for being so on-edge, Shining was feeling more discomforted by them than he was by his literal Owner.

“Here…” Since Sombra and Shining’s seats were only a couple feet apart, the Prince used one of the smaller butter plates to cut a piece of his salmon for Shining to try. He made sure to pick a prime piece of meat, which had a good drizzle of the lemony glaze Shining had used to perk up the flavor. Much to the staff’s puzzlement, Shining didn’t give much of a protest when the plate was pushed over to his side of the table. Meanwhile, Sombra kept his polite smile as he narrowed his eyes on Shining intensely. “I insist you try it, Shining…”

Even though Sombra didn’t make that an outright order, Shining sighed to himself upon hearing the inflection in his Superior’s tone. In all honesty, Shining wanted to be grateful that his Owner wasn’t going all-out with other ponies present just yet. Not to mention, considering how he prepared the fish himself, Shining was aware that such a “suggestion” wasn’t necessarily inappropriate to oblige by. So as the kitchen staff widened their eyes in shock, Shining used a fork in his hoof to take a piece of the salmon for a taste. “Umm… Sure thing, Sombra…”

Shining was grateful that prior to their lunch, Sombra clarified that he wouldn’t have to call him ‘Dad’ before any of the castle staff or guards. But alas, even with that courteous gesture from his Prince, Shining knew that he was being judged badly by the Crystal Ponies upon taking that bite. Even though this wasn’t the first time he ever consumed meat, Shining had to keep from grimacing as he chewed on the flaky and tender fish. Of course, due to his impressive cooking skills, Shining was able to perk his brows up in surprise. “Mmm!”

He swallowed the salmon without much issue, and gave a respectful shrug back to his Master while smiling. “Wow, that actually is pretty good! I wouldn’t have guessed I could make fish properly by myself.”

“And that’s a very good skill to have,” pointed out Sombra with a more genuine tone of voice. His smile was nothing short of prideful as he pointed his fork at him and added, “Heck, I bet a lot of Dignitaries from non-vegetarian nations would approve of such a beneficial task. Especially considering how highly-esteemed your status among them are…”

Even though Sombra said that with plenty of sincerity, the inflection he gave at the end caused Shining to nearly choke on his second bite. As the salmon remained half-chewed in his closed muzzle, Shining froze momentarily when he saw the knowing grin Sombra was sporting back at him. His smile itself didn’t appear too threatening to the other ponies in the room; but from Shining’s point of view, the implication in the Prince’s words was chilling enough to make the fur down his back raise up. He knew that at any moment, Sombra could very easily expose him in front of everypony present, and ruin his reputation with a single order. And to make matters worse, the look in Sombra’s piercing eyes made it clear that he knew that as well.

Shining may have been surrounded by half a dozen of his dedicated staff, but he felt completely on his own while trying to eat his salad. Part of him wanted to feel secure, since Sombra was smart enough to refrain from pushing his limits in the presence of others. But considering how far the Prince had gone already, Shining couldn’t blindly assume that he would remain civil for much longer. Most of the Crystal Ponies may have hated Sombra’s guts, and for very justified reasons; but Shining knew that if they learned even a fraction of the things he allowed Sombra to do in his own castle, he’d likely be condemned far worse in history books than the Tyrant before him.

“Is something wrong, Shining?”

“Hmm?” Shining jolted his head up a little too suddenly, not realizing that he was getting lost in his paranoid thoughts. But when he saw Sombra staring at him with slight concern, he was quick to breathe out and ask, “W-What was that?”

“I was asking if you were alright,” repeated Sombra, who looked the stallion up and down before clarifying, “You seemed a little spaced-out for a moment there.”

“Oh, ummm…” Upon coming back to reality, Shining squirmed a little in his seat while crossing his hind-legs together. His muzzle tightly clenched up, and he struggled to keep his discomfort unseen by any of the waiting staff. Due to how taxing the morning had been for him, it wasn’t until he had a moment to sit down that he realized how badly he needed to go to the bathroom. But much to Shining’s dismay, he was fully aware of what would need to occur in order to leave the table.

When he looked back across the table, Shining internally cringed when he saw the curious smile on Sombra’s face. The slave may have been given a temporary reprieve of addressing Sombra properly, since that order was meant for private use; unfortunately, Shining was aware that a certain other order was still required for him to follow. Right after signing that paperwork to legally enslave himself, Shining was informed that he would always have to remain by Sombra’s side; and if he had to leave the room for any reason, he would have to ask permission first. He may have known that abiding by such an order would bite him on the ass sooner or later, but as he felt the pressure in his bladder growing more immense (as well as the waiting stare from his Owner), Shining knew that he couldn’t refuse such a humiliating request.

"Uhhh... Sombra? I, uhhh..."

Shining fidgeted with a very uncomfortable blush, his muzzle grimacing while pointed away from his Master. Sombra kept his looming stare, and smirked more cockily when he noticed his slave's strained squirming, His eyes then veered over towards the two Guards posted by the door, who were both glancing at their "Prince" upon hearing his voice.

"Yes, Shining Armor?" asked Sombra politely, making sure to address him by his name and not the title of Prince. Nevertheless, his smile looked innocent enough to keep more attention on Shining himself. The slave looked around uncomfortably, but he knew that none of the staff could really get him out of this nightmare. He closed his eyes with a painful sigh, and hoped that he could appear ‘polite’ for Sombra instead of subservient.

"Ummm..." Since his muzzle was pointed down to the ground, Shining looked unbelievably meager when he tried to ask, "M-May I go to the bathroom?"

The staff ponies all tilted their heads, shooting some very wary stares at the stallion before looking back at Sombra. Meanwhile, the true Prince shot Shining an unapologetically wide grin, and nodded his head confidently. "I don't see why you have to ask me about that, but sure. Go right ahead~"

Shining gave the briefest nod he possibly could, and scurried out of his seat before any of the others could ask what that was about. The fact that he had to ask permission in front of his staff felt extremely demeaning, even if they were able to see it as a polite gesture. But since he was too embarrassed to even look at any of them, all he could do was exit the Dining Hall and find the bathroom as quickly as possible.

“Hmph~” With Sombra sitting alone at the grand table, his smile was notably more smug before taking a sip of his coffee. Even with several Crystal Ponies present, the fact that he could get Shining to follow his orders in front of them felt very gratifying. He knew that it would take a lot of effort to make his presence a regular thing in this room, but he was more than confident that he could have Shining make it happen. In fact, as he took another bite of his salmon, his thoughts were running about specific Royal privileges he could take away from Shining. After all, if he’s the legal Prince of the Crystal Empire again, he could very well--

BAM!!!

Sombra’s thoughts were abruptly cut off when something heavy struck the back of his skull, throwing his head face-first against the table. The impact was hard enough to make his muzzle smash the plate, before his body collapsed off the chair. For the first couple seconds following that strike, Sombra could only groan out in a pained stupor, unable to process what was happening. But as soon as he felt blood beginning to trickle from his nose, his eyes widened in horror upon hearing the Crystal Ponies’ voices above him.

“I got him! He’s down!”

“Lock the doors, NOW!!”

“I’m on it!”

“Thank Celestia he finally left the fucking room!”

“GET HIM UP!”

One of the kitchen staff ponies, who had a cast-iron skillet in her aura, tossed aside her weapon so she could pull on Sombra’s hind-legs. Sombra’s heart froze in terror, and his fur nearly paled from the horrifying realization that struck him as badly as that frying pan. His head was throbbing horribly, but he could barely process that pain when he felt his body being pulled away from his chair by several hooves. Before he could even try to call out for help, his open muzzle was given a swift kick from one of the Guards who ran up to him. “YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!”

POW!!!

Sombra nearly blacked out from that brutal kick, which immediately blackened one of his eyes to make it swell out. He may have known better than to leave himself alone with so many Crystal Ponies, even if his reformation efforts were going about smoother than expected. But due to his focus on Shining and his ongoing torment, Sombra had completely forgotten the risks he was taking from making him act so submissive for his entertainment. He may have wanted to make Shining suffer, but he was already cursing himself for overseeing such a blatant security detail. Or at least, Sombra would’ve been cursing himself if it wasn’t for another hard strike to his head.

CRACK!!!

Another one of the Guards, who Sombra couldn’t even see behind him, used his wooden spear to crack over Sombra’s head to split the weapon in two. Unfortunately, that strike was only the first of many as the six ponies toppled over him like a group of bullies attacking the smallest colt in class. For a split-second, Sombra was able to see the specific enraged faces who were towering over him, which caused his eyes to widen in panicked realization. But just as he tried to say something, those ponies all went down on him with their hooves battering like crazy.

Both of the doors were chained shut, which left Sombra completely helpless as he was savagely beaten by the six ponies who had him in a fetal position on the floor. He tried his hardest to cover his face, but enough punches had been thrown to leave his muzzle and eyes swollen and bruised. Many kicks were given to his back and stomach, which caused any air in his lungs to be emptied out before he could even scream. He could barely think while being beaten so relentlessly, as his mind was flooded with feelings of horror and unbelievable remorse. Not to mention, his ears constantly twitched as he heard the livid voices screaming at him from above.

“TAKE THAT, YOU FUCKER!!”

“THIS IS FOR MY BROTHER!”

“AND MY MOTHER!!”

“HOLD HIS HOOVES AWAY!”

“I GOT IT!!”

By the time Sombra felt several pairs of hooves pulling at his forelegs, he knew that he was done for. Despite everything he may have done, both in the past and the present, he didn’t want to go out in such a savage way. Not without seeing Cadance and Shining one last time. Not without giving some much-needed apologies. Not before being able to see his son, even just once…

Nevertheless, as the former King was thrown onto his back, with all four of his limbs being held down to leave his torso completely exposed, Sombra’s pupils shrank when he saw multiple kitchen knives within auras of magic above his head. Knowing that his end was literally within sight, all that Sombra could was close his eyes, and think one last statement to himself:

I should’ve known my hubris would bite me on the ass like thi--

CRASH!!!

Before Sombra could think his final words, a thunderous crash jolted not only himself, but the six ponies who were holding him down. Despite how thick those metal chains may have been, the doors proved to be no match for a swift kick to burst them open. The very instant those chains broke apart, one of the Guards got in a defensive stance with his horn lit. “DON’T YOU DARE TRY TO STO--”

CLANG!!!

In a brief moment of irony, that frying pan from earlier was thrown with tremendous force by Shining’s hoof, and struck the Guard’s face point-blank to knock him out cold. Before any of the other staff could realize who had barged into the room, Shining let out an enraged cry as he jumped over the dining table. While in mid-flight, Shining grabbed the metal coffee pot which Sombra had beside his plate, which he used as his impromptu weapon of defense. As soon as he landed beside Sombra, he gave a single hard swipe to strike two of the ponies’ faces and knock them to the floor. When the kitchen staff mare tried to lunge towards him with the knife, Shining’s quick reflexes allowed him to throw the pot towards her, and splashed a torrent of near-boiling coffee right in her face. “GAAAAHHH!!!”

The Crystal Pony fell to the floor, while the others tried to take opposition against the stallion. But due to Shining’s years of experience, any cheap throws or auras of magic were quickly deflected by him. With a single sliding kick, Shining was able to throw two of the attackers off their hooves to fall onto the floor. And before any of the others could regain their footing, they froze when Shining belted out furiously, “GET ON THE GROUND, NOW!!!”

Sombra may have been half-conscious and bleeding out like a stuffed pig, but even his eyes were wide-open in shock from Shining’s imposing tone. Even after making him his personal bitch for months on end, there was no way for Sombra to see any sign of that while the stallion stood with such an intimidating glare. With just a single look back at the ponies still standing, Sombra could hear the metallic clanks as they dropped their knives to the floor. And by the time Shining’s reinforcements came in, the would-be assailants had all dropped to the ground with their hooves over their heads.

Shining Armor heard several gasps from the doorway, but he didn’t turn around to see the four Guards who arrived to see the aftermath of all the carnage. Instead, Shining instantly pointed at the surrendering ponies while going over to Sombra’s aid. “Guards, have these ponies restrained and taken into custody IMMEDIATELY!”

Shining got down to kneel beside the fallen Prince, and reached out to rip off a large piece of fabric from the linen tablecloth. Even though that vintage lace was a remnant of Sombra’s rule and irreplaceable, Shining paid no heed to its value while applying first-aid for the Prince. Sombra groaned out in pain, but could overhear the sounds of zip-ties whirring as his attackers were all cuffed. As Shining went to tie the lace around a large gash across Sombra’s forehead, he pointed up at the Guards and shouted, “Private, get the medical staff down here! And you, get a first aid kit from the kitchen!”

“Sir, yes Sir!” shouted two of the Guards, who instantly ran out in opposing directions to fulfill Shining’s orders. A couple more Guards came running in, who quickly helped to pull the attackers onto their hooves and escort them out of the dining hall. Sombra’s vision was growing blurry, but he was able to see the look of concern on Shining’s face as he held his head up from the floor. Even though the stallion’s face remained stern before his platoon, tears were bulbing at the corners of his eyes while looking down at his Superior.

“I’m so sorry, Sombra,” he whispered faintly enough for only the Prince to hear. “I’m so sorry for leaving you alone.”

The first aid kit was hovered towards them with the Guard’s aura of magic, which Shining quickly took to help mend Sombra’s wounds. As he laid in a pained stupor on the floor, he tried to shakily raise up a hoof to say to his slave, “It… I-It’s not your…”

Due to how battered his muzzle had gotten from the beating, which also left his eyes too swollen to see very well, his statement was cut short as he coughed out several times. Blood spewed out to splatter over his chest, as well as Shining’s foreleg. “Sombra, don’t say anything right now!” he pleaded worriedly, before he placed an ice-pack over the stallion’s eyes. “Just focus on your breathing, okay? Help is coming right now…”

Sombra tried to nod his head, but his eyes slowly began to close while being held in the stallion’s embrace. Just as he heard the panicked screams of his wife’s voice, Sombra let out a final breath before his vision went dark…