What on earth is going on?
Why are there two Ahtalars, their auras so closely matched?
Before he could think further,
both Ahtalars had already launched an attack on him, wielding two Great Swords of Death, two spears that pierce the undead, and two Swords of Light.
"Count Dracula, save me!" the shark-man cried out, clutching his severed arm, and without hesitation, turned and started to flee.
He hadn't expected that his first battle with Ahtal would result in his arm being cleanly cut off, along with losing the Sword of Light.
Despite holding the more versatile Sword of Light, which should have given him an advantage, why had he been immediately overwhelmed?
This was illogical.
However, no matter how illogical, the fact that he was at a disadvantage could not be changed.
The spear that pierces the undead thrust forward.
