A frightening amount of severed limbs were scattered on the grassy earth, dying its verdant essence with sanguine marks. Hands, feet, arms, and legs—no one would ever think those human appendages came from a single person.
Beyond the intense war lies the match between Astley's crown prince, Richard XVI, and Raphael Raevender. But if any eye could see the duel, they would not be able to consider it a match; for them, it was a one-sided massacre.
"Pant... Pant..."
Covered in his own blood, Richard was desperately running across the grassy plain as he was trying to escape from someone. No matter where he went, through running or teleporting, Raphael was able to catch him up before one of his limbs separated from his body.
