His armour was terrible damaged, one leg soaked in blood.
His staff, his trusted weapon, was cracked and broken in half.
His left arm dangled limply by his side—dislocated or worse.
And Riley towered before him, eyes glowing, face expressionless, chest rising with slow, steady breaths.
Grrrhhhh…
He growled lowly.
Yano stepped back, his foot scraping against rubble. Cold sweat poured down his face. He wanted to scream. To curse out loud… or even turn his back and run like a coward.
But his legs wouldn't move.
'This… thing…' he thought, eyes shaking.
'What kind of monster is this? How is it so strong? What the hell even is it!?'
He couldn't breathe, and the broken staff in his hand felt too heavy to even lift.
Riley leaned forward slightly.
And then—
SWISSHH!!!
A sudden, blinding light split through the heavens like a divine blade, forcing Yano to squint.
Even Riley paused, his glowing eyes narrowing as he turned his head toward the sky.
Above them—
