His brows furrowed as he hastily turned back to the battle. Transforming into a bolt of thunder, Beowulf flashed forward, moving even faster than James, who appeared as black mist in motion.
Boom! Beowulf knelt at the edge of the split earth, extending his hand to aid the beauty whose flaming wings were bent awkwardly, hindering her flight.
Ember felt a touch of dust on her head and glanced up, startled to see a regal bear-like figure emitting an air of high stature from the soul race.
"Sis!" James arrived, looking down with concern. As they pulled her out, a chuckle slithered into their ears, drawing their attention to the demon warlock, who observed their reunion with a scornful gaze.
His aura intensified, bearing down on them. Summoning a great sword from his spatial ring, he dashed forward, slashing horizontally. Beowulf roared, crossing his arms in defense.
