Woooooof!
The dog howled out loud and proud, announcing its new name to the entire world.
"Aspro!"
Xenos held it up even higher.
"Good enthusiasm."
And then they just… stayed like that.
One man and one Goddess-hearing-mutt standing before a war of chaos.
Because indeed, it'd become a field of torn bodies, black ichor, and twitching limbs.
Vrykolakases were everywhere, most terminated, but some still managed to move.
Atys was somewhere in the middle of it all, covered in their dark blood, still killing them.
The Daemon, only a few Vrykolakases away from the death machine, kept summoning more while it held its head on its neck, trying to put it back, bone and sinew reaching out.
It looked miserable, but it didn't stop.
Neither did Atys, who, for some reason, didn't just end the Daemon directly.
