"Argh! You worthless humans—!!"
Lexton's furious scream tore through the frozen battlefield.
The momentary surge of emotion I had been feeling vanished instantly.
Annoyed, I turned to look at him.
What was left of him, anyway.
His head, torso, arms, and legs were all still there—barely. His thick tail lashed wildly across the snow, and the single horn remaining on his head crackled with unstable energy.
But the real sight was the weapons.
Swords, spears, arrows—dozens of them—were embedded deep into his body.
He looked less like a demon commander now and more like an insect pinned to a display board.
A very large, very angry insect.
Alice stood a few steps away, twirling her blade once before resting it on her shoulder. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, though her eyes remained sharp and alert.
"…You've done well holding him down," she said, glancing at me. "At this point, all that's left is to finish him."
I shook my head.
"No. Not yet."
