The flaming arc of crimson warrior's spear caught the dying twilight, a molten brand against the darkening sky.
His breaths were heavy, armor cracked and steaming with residual heat, wisps of fire still dancing off the crimson steel.
Above him, the bone serpent was still writhing despite the damage to its bones and the rotting flesh surrounding them. The damned beast just refused to go down, its vitality never waning.
'At this rate, I'll die of exhaustion if I'm not killed first. What a pain.'
He didn't have any more time to be frustrated as the Devil was already chanting again.
Legarde's eyes widened,
'Damn it! It's summoning another one?!'
"I won't let—"
As he spat out the profane words, Obegrin raised his gun and fired bullets at the charging human, his eyes colder than ice.
Legarde gritted his teeth. He couldn't close the distance.
"Come," the Corpse Sky Rider intoned once more, voice low and reverberating like a dirge for the damned.
