The two lances exploded behind Asura with a massive explosion, clearing the clouds from the sky, filling it with darkness.
Asura couldn't hold back his irritation.
This monster waited for him and Seere to fight, all so he could turn the former monarch into his puppet. Though, thanks to the abundant vital energy in his chest constantly pumping, Asura would never tire of something so minor.
He could still hear the ring of cannons firing in the distance, shouts from Lorem and Helliana fighting against the undead ships.
'Well, it appears that their forces started to collapse with the fall of Seere. Mortis turned his attention away from the other undead and focused on his new toy.'
"Let's fight, you damned corpse!"
Asura grasped his sword, holding it close to his chest, while observing the abyssal Monarch Seere, who flicked his wrist and sent the undead Seere at him with his silver spear.
Woosh!
