Alex's body tensed as his gaze locked onto Astariel, the Fallen Angel.
The moment he saw that familiar, ominous [Dark Blade] forming in Astariel's grip, he assumed the worst.
'He's after me?'
Xyrran was still attacking from behind, his enormous claws slicing through the air with devastating force.
Each missed strike tore apart the landscape, leaving deep scars in the battlefield.
Alex barely had enough space to dodge, if even Astariel was joining the fight, then he was completely cornered.
'Should I use Destiny Shift now?'
That skill was his last resort, but if he used it too early, it would be wasted.
He needed to be sure.
Astariel stood motionless, his presence alone suffocating.
His four wings, two black, two white, were fully spread, each one tinged with a faint glow.
