When dusk fell, the NeverLight crew found themselves in dire straits. Tough and the Caretaker were engaged in a vicious battle.
The Caretaker's scales had become impenetrable. Tough's daggers, sharp enough to bisect a human with a single stroke, bounced off uselessly as though they were nothing.
One hit was enough to deform Tough's entire head. His limbs were torn off effortlessly and regenerated, only for the Caretaker to rip them off again in an endless cycle. All the while, it smiled with malevolent amusement, like someone dismembering an insect.
Even so, Tough held firm. He towered over the Sinner, and his immortality meant he could always come back to settle this. But whether he was tired or not, he'd make the bastard work for it.
The Caretaker exposed numerous vulnerabilities but Tough could hit anywhere except that wound.
But whenever he targeted it, the Sinner's wings acted like blades, slicing his arms clean off.
