The beast roared, snapping the tendrils binding it, and shifted its massive body just in time. The axe grazed its side, carving a deep gash but missing its vital points.
"Stay out of this,boy!" Harnne barked, turning to face Damien. "The fruit is mine!"
Damien didn't flinch at his show of hostility. The blood mist coiled around him, feeding his blade with crimson energy.
"You're wasting time," Damien said, his voice cold as he raised Nightshade. "Neither of you is leaving here alive if you keep fighting like this."
The beast snarled, its wounds seeping but its fury was relentless.
Harnne sneered in response to Damien's statement, and his axe glowed brighter with each passing second. And Damien stood his ground while his body thrummed with the devoured vitality of the battlefield.
The tension in the air snapped like a drawn bowstring as all three lunged at once.
