He laughed wildly as he spread his arms and let magic rain down relentlessly. The destruction brought him a strange, liberating joy—the kind he had long suppressed. To unleash everything without restraint felt exhilarating.
Against these Entities, he had nothing to hold back.
Well, except the Fortress Guardian.
"Filthy… Invader…! The Empire…! Shall not fall…! As long… as I live!"
A giant skeleton over ten meters tall rose from the rubble, roaring furiously while blazing with soul flames. Unlike the others, it had a bulky frame, a large skull crowned with sharp, demon-like horns, cracked black armor draped in animal pelts, and a pair of burning greatswords.
And yes, it could speak.
It wasn't quite a Level 3 Entity, but a Peak Level 2—far stronger than the lesser foes. Louis looked down and smiled, firing icicles and Void Bullets from above.
"You can talk? Pity."
