The Demon King still couldn't grasp what was going on. Perhaps he simply didn't want to.
"Just die. You can't call it quits now!" With an obsessive grin, he launched the twisted blade at Gawain.
>WHOOOSHHH<
The blade was beyond lightning-fast. The deadly thrust of the weapon caused everything in its path to be ripped apart as it made its way towards the lone Automaton.
The end was already here—at least, according to Abellion.
"Okay, that's enough." Someone snapped.
It was a strange voice—belonging to a third party.
Instantly, the fast-approaching blade came to a stop. It remained suspended in the air, as though frozen in time.
"The guy told you already, didn't he? He's out."
Abellion was both astounded by the fact that one of his most powerful weapons was simply standing still, as well as wary of the new person that made his entrance.
