Though dull, the sword went in smooth. The lion clawed my face, my chest, and my legs; but, nothing happened. It's rotten, cold blood spewed on my shirt, and face but I didn't care. My vision remained firm and straight. After severe agony, it fell on its knees. It groaned. I wasn't even the least surprised to see this crystal monstrosity move. Who cared!
But it changed shape and became a solid chunk of crystals instead. It died? That easily? This wasn't even worth the trouble. The God I fought that night was a hundred, no thousand times stronger than this thing.
There were all sorts of whispers in the crowd. I looked back and the people closest to the walls jumped back in fear. What were they so afraid of? I didn't want anything to do with bystanders. My beat was with the emperor and his scums.
