"Fuck!" Verlan whispered, staring at the neutralized shots. He frantically slammed the tome of whispers open to a new page. The blue mana around the book intensified, crackling with raw magic.
"Storm! Keep him busy! I need some time to activate the dimensional anchor! We have to escape fast."
"Keep him busy? He just took my shots as if it was nothing!" Storm snarled, passing his potent aura into the shotguns, preparing the next rounds.
The beast took another slow step forward, the corners of his mouth curving into a cruel smile.
"Your desperation amuses me. But the playtime is over, little things."
He raised his metal fan, and the air around it began to distort, coiling like smoke. The blood moon above seemed to dim as if the beast was drawing its very energy.
"Two heroes from the human's ranks shall disappear today." The beast declared, his voice booming with sudden, undeniable power.
