Soldier's Fortune appeared in bright daylight. Every speck of will hidden in it burst out in an incandescent, yet an immaterial and ephemeral burst of energy that coursed toward the glossy black creature's leg.
A soul-wrenching screech left the creature's horrific mouth, and the purple-colored tentacles darted toward the position of the sword.
But it was far too late, and the creature was half a beat behind Fell in terms of reaction speed. A deep line appeared in a minute intersection of the creature's leg. The next moment a clear distinction arose in the glossy surface of the black colored leg. Without any surprise, the lower part of the leg stood in their places, but the rest of the leg still attached the creature slid on what was left and began falling toward the ground.
