The dust hadn't even settled. The battlefield was still shaking from that last attack.
But now—now everything had changed.
Aestrea had teleported away
And in his place stood a man.
A giant of a man, broad-shouldered and rough-looking, with a thick, battle-worn beard. His armor was cracked and scratched, showing signs of many fights before this one.
But his grip on his greatsword was firm, steady. His eyes, sharp like a predator's, locked onto the archdemon with no fear.
The archdemon, still half-buried in the crater from the impact, let out a deep growl. He dug his clawed hand into the ground and pushed himself up, his body trembling.
CRACK.
His bones snapped back into place. His deep wounds from the battle with Aestrea sealed shut, black blood sizzling as it vanished into the air.
The broken pieces of his twisted horns regenerated, forming sharp new points.
His red eyes burned even hotter, full of rage.
