It was like a beastly armor, a corrupted and filthy Black Angel.
The heartbeat was so powerful, growing louder, pounding like a war drum in everyone's chest, rising and falling with the rhythm, blood surging vigorously, muscles stretching freely beneath it.
The loathsome face armor was entangled with growing flesh, sharp bones protruding from it like cracked, ferocious fangs. The Night Owl was so close to it, while the sound of steel echoed right by its ears. If the Black Angel exerted a bit more force, it could crush the Sword Dancer's head, and along with it, the Night Owl's head below.
After being stunned by terror, the Night Owl snapped back to awareness. The Sword Dancer suddenly lifted its blade, fiercely hacking towards the Black Angel. But the Black Angel's speed was much more rapid, and without the propulsion system, the Sword Dancer couldn't keep up with its pace.
