Aurthor was running across the land, frustration written all over his face.
"Damn it, we got separated!" Aurthor muttered, heart pounding. He tightened his grip around the hilt of his sword.
"Lady Sumi... everyone... please be safe."
Just then—
A chill ran down his spine.
Before he could react, a brilliant flash of crimson lightning slashed down from the sky, crackling violently toward him. His instincts roared to life. In a single motion, he spun, raising his sword just in time.
KRAK-KOOM!
The impact threw a gust of wind across the land, uprooting flowers and trees. Sparks danced along Aurthor's blade as he struggled to hold his ground. He gritted his teeth, his boots digging into the cracked soil.
When the dust cleared, Aurthor looked up sharply—
—and saw him.
Floating above the shattered earth was a figure, clothed in a dark cloak, his body wrapped in roaring streams of red lightning. His skin was a shade too pale, his eyes a sickening bright crimson.
Boltz.
