The gigantic demon asura collapsed to its knees, almost completely dismembered, its six arms still clutching different weapons scattered across the floor of the ruined castle.
A thick arrow with four fletches pierced straight through its eye and into its brain, while a spear glowing with silver divinity pierced through its back and into its heart.
Stretched out on the ground, nearly half dead themselves, were Arthur and Rishia, the two who'd finally brought this asura down after exactly 20 hours of continuous combat.
Arthur didn't even have the strength to lift his hand for a high five with Rishia, and even if he had, he couldn't have done it since one arm was being used to support the other, which was completely dislocated at the elbow.
Special Advice from Arthur: Never let a demon asura grab your arm with two of its own arms, because that's a recipe for disaster.
