The moment Cermin saw red spilling, something snapped in his mind to return him back to his former mentality. Taking away some of Aurion's rage.
Vesuvius's sword sliced through Ronin's chest diagonally, but thankfully the cut was not that deep to damage his organs. However, it was deep enough to tear the flesh and give a large wound.
Ronin continued to bleed and had fallen to his knees, but forced himself to draw runes on his palm even through the pain.
"Ronin!" Cermin yelled, going to his side.
The god Pallas raised an eyebrow. "A Commoner dressing up as my follower? And a Coal Heartsone too...."
Vesuvius' eyes widened, momentarily stunned at the appearance of this man.
"Zafeiri..." He muttered the name. "Son of the cursed duke."
Ronin's smirked. "So you do remember after all the agreement you signed."
Cermin frowned. "What agreement?"
"Unluckily for you gods....." Ronin had finished the last line of the 'hound' rune on his palm, and shakily stood up.
