"Help... me," was the only word Titsirina could say. He was in a completely hopeless situation.
She closed her eyes and waited for her inevitable end.
She was on her own—no hope, powerless. From whom did she ask for help? Where would help come from? From the gods watching from above? From an unknown entity that may come out of nowhere? Or... From a Hero?
"Wind Slash."
A powerful gushing slash of wind echoed. It was swift, precise, and fatal. And what followed next was an agonizing scream coming from Crowman.
Crowman shivered uncontrollably while floating in the air. He was supposed to be a ghost that could not hurt. But now he has lost one of his arms. The moment it was severed, it dissolved in the air and turned into ashes.
Crowman sensed approaching danger; as his instinct dictated, he ignored the overwhelming pain and tried to fly away to escape.
"Divine Imprisonment."
