POV: Bash
Location: Southern Empire
"Just wait," Aganis glare intensified, his voice even heavier than before, "I am going to wipe that smug off your face."
The smirk on my face widened, every single inch of my body itching but I could not give up, my life can not end here, not by this beast-like demon from hell, no matter what, I am keeping my promise to Ash, I am going to survive through this hell and make it to the barrier, to Ash.
"Bring it," The words left my mouth, they were cocky for a guy like me who already has one of his feet in the grave.
Aganis pushed the black sword he was resting his hands on even deeper into the earth, his eyes leaving my body and landing on his sword.
"ARTS, BANQUET OF THE SWORDS!" he commanded.
What followed his words was a huge shock wave raging across the entire landscape, immediately after it, a sequence of cracking sounds followed.
