…A long crimson sword pierced through his chest…
The force from the strike, luckily, was too harrowing —flinging him back with tremendous force— instead of impaling him.
As pain tore through every fiber of his being, blinding and flooding his mind, he crashed against the ground, each impact jarring his senses.
Crack, Crack!
In that moment, it became crystal clear. The nightmarish entity had set its eyes on Aezel.
After all, compared to the crimson haired lady that could be easily dealt with, the archer was proving otherwise. Striking from a safe distance, while buying the figure wreathed in light, every little chance, his attacks were starting to prove a little bit too… troublesome.
As its gaze laid on Aezel, the morbid pool of darkness within its eyes seemed to intensify. And then, it dashed right for the archer.
'Crap!'
Right about then, I was about to dash towards Aezel when,
Crack.
A loud, deafening sound broke the silence.
