Tap. Tap. Tap.
The Crimson Monarch patted himself on the shoulder knocking dust and sticking dirty snow off his robes.
His gaze traveled to his wing, embers smoldering on the flesh, delaying the start of regeneration.
"I see, it doesn't look like I should be able to fly anytime soon. It's probably for the best, though. Adam proved too strong to defeat him quickly in the air. On the ground, he will go to the end."
For a moment, a shadow reflected in his eyes, the silhouette approached the dangerous monster in a few leaps, stopping ten meters away from the Crimson Monarch.
Katrin was in no hurry, ready to fight, but not to rush forward taking pointless risks.
Thus Adam and Katrin were on opposite sides of each other, the Crimson Monarch was between them.
The monsters and other Phantoms nearby were doing their best to get as far away and fast as possible.
This was not a fight in which they could get anything but a quick death.
