"Aaaaargh!" the young Master yelled, letting the air flow into his lungs again and feeling the incredible heat of the blade on his burned hand.
"Mmhh... that boy must have some trouble with his weapons! Hihihi! Looks like it just burned! Hihihihi!" the enemy warrior said, remaining in the same position and witnessing the scene behind Thyrius, who after hearing those words, made one last effort and turned his gaze in Dag's direction.
"... my family... thousands of innocent people... I can hear their screams, their fear... you ruined my life, sons of bitches!... grr... rr... arrghh... rr...."
Dag's breath became more and more like that of a ferocious animal, and his right hand, which had just been burned, immediately stopped shaking.
The end of the dark matter that enveloped his arms, at the wrists of both hands, began to boil as if it was sensing the powerful heat generated by the late Giantbane.
