"HORN CALL!" The Mayor shouted, his horns glowing an ominous dark color after being insulted.
"..." but Follower wasn't fazed by that at all, instead taking his stance, as if he was ready to tank it all and kill.
"No one has ever survived the horn call, for even the moons fear it," Mayor mocked and laughed, boasting about his achievements, "This attack is unavoidable."
Stark was actually really interested to see what this was about: would Follower finally die?
I mean, that guy's pretty annoying, and Stark didn't like his aura at all, so it would be great if he could just disappear.
But it seemed as tough fate itself advantaged him.
Fwish!
Mayor, strands of dark aura visible on his skin, dashed toward Follower, closing the distance between them in a single second.
"YOU CANNOT WIN," Mayor shouted in rage, gripping his utensils and swinging, "The moment you're hit, it's already over!"
